Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Fuck this weak shit
[Verse 2]
Me and Tex in that ride
Mad finesse like I'm naij
They're forgettin' what I'm like
Wanna bread me on the sly
And I'm coming too close
Please don't step up on my Nikes
In the evening time we lovin'
By the morning tell 'em bye
[Verse 3]
All these rap brothers corny
Everything they do it bores me
How you runnin' to the pigs
Boy, you come and tellin' porkies
Mouth doin' Mo Farah
They just wanna tell a story
Oh no, oh no
They're forgettin' what I'm like
[Verse 4]
Me and Tex in that ride
They're forgettin' what I'm like
Mad finesse like I'm naij
Mad finesse like I'm naij
Use to be dead broke
Now we get it like it's rice
Bear at home, bear at home
Man you gotta tell 'em twice
Cool off, cooler
Stand down, stand down
Anymore weak shit, man down, man down
I don't wanna hear a sound
I don't wanna hear a sound
Fuck this weak shit
Man's out, man's out
[Verse 5]
I'm in the ends with Ugandans
Where the men are finesse with naij
These man are flex with naij
It might be why I get this pride
My yard-y **** they own badness
Or the man I cut checks with naij
These men are finesse with naij
Ay, mans with the hectic life
[Verse 6]
I just always wanted more
Yatties wanna come and tour
Man just wanna come and bounce
I'ma lighting connoisseur
Ay, you weren't sayin' nuttin' den
How you sayin' something now
Pictures of your front door
Mom will come into your house
I just let you know it's patent
Why you movin' like a patty?
My man pull up on the Scotty
While I beam up like trekkie
You weren't sayin' nothin' then
How you sayin' something now
You won't even know I know the driller ****
I just fuckin' get about
[Verse 7]
Ay, me and Tex in the ride
They're forgettin' what I'm like
Mad finesse like I'm naij
Mad finesse like I'm naij
Use to be dead broke
Now we get it like it's rice
Bear at home, bear at home
Man you gotta tell 'em twice
[Verse 8]
Cool off, cool off
Stand down, stand down
Anymore weak shit, man down, man down
I don't wanna hear a sound
I don't wanna hear sound
Fuck this weak shit
Man's out, man's out
[Verse 9]
I'm in the ends with Ugandans
Where the men are finesse with naij
These man are flex with naij
It might be why I get this pride
My yard-y **** they own badness
Or the man I cut checks with naij
These man are finesse with naij
Ay, ay, mans with the hectic life
[Verse 10]
Ay, I was always wantin' more
On tour
I just wanna come and bounce
I'm a light connoisseur
