Finesse Da Glo lyrics

[Intro: Finesse2Tymes]
Two of 'em
(d.a. got that dope)

[Verse 1: Finesse2Tymes]
I don't do the friend (Don't call me your friend)
I don't do the buddy (I am not your buddy)
Don't need you to cook, don't need you to clean, pull up, we f*cking (Pull up and get out of here, gone)
I pour a four in a peach Arizona
I hit her raw and got caught in the moment (Oops)
I got her saying she love me
b*tch, how you love me and don't even know me? (Ah)
Bought her some Maison Margiela and now I can f*ck her whenever (Whenever I want her)
Speed up on the Addy, slow it down on the Tesla (This a Percocet 30)
I'm looking through the Bulgari, sorry, but I can tell you 'flaging (You cap)
Like, free Black Haven, free Big Larry (They fed), they really was mobbing (Mob)
f*ck a vouch (f*ck that), break them fifties out, f*ck a house
Hit my man (Boom), all you see is shells jumping out (Jumping out)
We the Klan (Aryan Nation), I don't f*ck with n*ggas, KKK (KKK)
And if it wasn't for choppers, man, I probably wouldn't be here today

[Verse 2: GloRilla]
Get your ho and tell her to pipe down with her lil' ugly ass
Let's go stack for stack, not body for body with your little f*ckin' ass
I ain't botherin' nobody, if they throwin' shots, you know that I'm busting back (Baow, baow, baow)
He thinking he doing somethin' 'til I turn around, then just get to f*cking back
I know you watchin', like some pictures since you lurkin' (Ayy)
Raw as hell, gotta come see it in person (Come here)
It's that Leo in me, I don't want you, I'm just flirtin'
b*tch, we get sh*t done, we not post it, but we workin' (On gang)
[Verse 3: Finesse2Tymes]
Okay, your b*tch want me (Don't it?)
You caught her likin' all my pics and you was sick, wasn't it? (Huh?)
Why you keep blowin' up my phone? You want some di*k, don't it? (I know it)
The way she made her pus*y squirt, I thought she p*ssed on me, goddamn, your pus*y wet
Okay, I lost the ho (What happened?), but knocked two more hoes the same day (Two times)
Favoritism? (Ooh) I treat all hoes the same way (The same way)
Say I'm a trick? (Never) Ho, a lie ain't sh*t to tell (Tell)
You been selling pus*y ten years and you still broke as hell (That's crazy)

[Verse 4: GloRilla]
Your whole clique want me (I stamp it)
But tell the store runners move over, I want the big homie (Get at me)
This pus*y tight, he like the way that lil' joint grip on it (This pressure)
Ayy, this the sh*t that make you wanna leave your b*tch, don't it? (I know it, ooh-wee, she gon' be sick)
Confidence through the roof (On God), they say I'm c*cky, I just know I'm fine
Can't go for nothin' (Nathan), they ass gon' have me f*cked up every time
Say I'm a ho? (Say what?) n*gga just mad 'cause he ain't f*ck yet
Been in my DMs seven years and still ain't had no luck yet (On gang)