Flaca - Izzie Gibbs

You talking about finessement

Are you dizzy blud?

Man run up with a whole lotta gang shit (Motherfucker)

What are you smoking, Flaca?

Yes I finesse and I cut on my set

While you flex in a vest

Randomly go for the head

Have your thoughts on your creps

Guy Fawkes a pagan or fed

Don’t force it, it’s meanta mental, no meds

Head’s in a mess, dreadful but I’m blessed

Special with the pen, since young

'Cause he was Deadpool with the skeng

Mask off, man could’ve had no future for the ends, that’s fucked

Born in '96 with no luck

Nuff L’s but man had love

Shout mum, still got sauce and drugs on scales

Feds are still in the ends like

Sauce got, go hunting trunks, no cell

Chop down trees in chunks

get punched

Bae can’t breathe, I go deep with trunk

Pum pum get tumped

Now she’s slumped, oh well

Back to the block in my 97's, you’ll get bumped

I’m nuts on a load of stuff

When they arrive in heaven, I’ll

These niggas are so jel, you’re behind

I’ll go blind in prison, my mind’s in jail, uh

There’s no need to holler

Please don’t even bother

At the rate that I’m going, I won’t see tomorrow

All I wanna do is make it through today

No playing safe, by any means I’ll finesse the game

Finesse, finesse

All we do is finesse

Finesse, finesse

All we do is finesse

Born into the stress

Tryna find my strength

Sometimes it’s tense

But I live life on the edge

Finesse, finesse

All we do is finesse

Finesse, finesse

All we do is finesse

Born into the stress

Tryna find my strength

Sometimes it’s tense

But I live life on the edge

Live life on the edge

Feds wanna slip slide on the ends

Cous' said leave your flick-knife in the house

Don’t wanna go out on a prison bed

Tryna get P’s in big amounts

'Cause I really hate having to make it stretch

Wanna go from flipping Z’s to a million plus in a business account,

so I’ve gotta make it count

You might not like me, you can’t say I ain’t the realest

I tell mum I’m gonna get her out of the hood, trust me I mean it

I dug-dug-dug, no sleep and my head’s gone, they get bananas

She’s way too appealing then it’s back to her kitchen, have the leaners leaning

Can’t believe what I’m feeling, got me dreaming

7Up, I put lean in

So much fear, my heart’s bleeding

No surprise he ain’t sleeping

On the grind so I’m eating

On the block in my 97's, I’m really tryna get P’s in

There’s no need to holler

Please don’t even bother

At the rate that I’m going, I won’t see tomorrow

All I wanna do is make it through today

No playing safe, by any means I’ll finesse the game

Finesse, finesse

All we do is finesse

Finesse, finesse

All we do is finesse

Born into the stress

Tryna find my strength

Sometimes it’s tense

But I live life on the edge

Finesse, finesse

All we do is finesse

Finesse, finesse

All we do is finesse

Born into the stress

Tryna find my strength

Sometimes it’s tense

But I live life on the edge

Flaca!