[Intro: YaYa White & Tae Block Boi]
Fff, fff, phew phew
Through a check, through a check, finesse
Through a check, haha, this bitch
Finesse your bitch
Everyday shit man
Finesse, finesse
YaYa White, through a check
Gang shit man
17th man
Cap what up man?
We at 17 man
Finesse

[Verse 1: YaYa White]
Scared of who? Nobody
He a killer? Nobody
'Till he come up shoot the party
Walk up on him with the shotty
Can’t deal nobody
Man, I'm hittin' somebody
In the whip right now
Me and Block and 4 body
If the opps stay outside
Twin let the Glock ride
If the n***as ain’t outside
Still let them shots fire
4 pills, how you feel?
I feel like flyin'
Hold the thot, what she on?
She say she on me
2-2 pills got a kick
40 shots feel like Tony
Some n***as ain't loyal
Put that on my future daughter
Folksnem smokin' water
Shout out my n***a So
Folksnem pull up with them poles
Let them Glocks out and they tools
2 straps, this man be a family medal
Sellin' powder, smokin' sour
Body droppin' every hour
Sellin' pounds, up them case
Mac 90, he black and grey
Let it spray, hit your face
Skrt off, these n***as in race
Can’t catch a case I’m YaYa White
[Chorus: Tae Block Boi]
Robbins, Gucci, Louie, Trues did ya finesse that
That's your bitch doin’ dick, did ya finesse that
Got this Mac, I need all that, finesse that
In the trap, make it all back, finesse that
Robbins, Gucci, Louie, Trues did ya finesse that
That's your bitch doin' dick, did ya finesse that
Got this Mac, I need all that, finesse that
In the trap, make it all back, finesse that

[Verse 2: Capo]
Got a Gucci bag, a Louie bag
I ain't gon’ talk about the shit that I ain't never had (Nah)
I need a 100 cash
Get my n***as guns and cribs and buy a 100 Macs
Me and YaYa, bitch we pistol totin'
In the trap, got the D and C, which one you want?
Chasin' terry in my clip, bitch, I'm pistol blowin'
And I be flexin' in the snow so I'm with the gloin'
And man I'm ready for the war so let's take on opponents
Take him down for his bricks if we know he holdin'
Pull up in rentals with AR, FN, sprayin'
When we pull up we gon' leave 'em like Canada
If he gon' run from my steel, we gon' laze him
Hollows gon' hit him, them doctors ain't savin' him
And I'm right here got my n***as with me
When we travel, take the 30's, we don't need the 50's
Everywhere I go, it's me and 60
Been had a Porshe, I'm finna T up and go get a Bentley
[Chorus: Tae Block Boi]
Robbins, Gucci, Louie, Trues did ya finesse that
That's your bitch doin' dick, did ya finesse that
Got this Mac, I need all that, finesse that
In the trap, make it all back, finesse that
Robbins, Gucci, Louie, Trues did ya finesse that
That's your bitch doin' dick, did ya finesse that
Got this Mac, I need all that, finesse that
In the trap, make it all back, finesse that