Yung Finn - City of Sin Lyrics

Mm, mm
That they peepin' the drip
Man, I started to notice that they peepin' the drip
That they peepin' the drip
Man, I started to notice that they peepin' the drip
That they peepin' the drip
Yeah, I started to notice that they peepin' the drip
I started to notice that they peepin' the drip
It's funny how I got some clout now they f*ck with the kid
I'm run the money up while you smoking on mid
Bitch you better check yourself before you start telling me shit
Cause I'm the Finn
Bitch I'm here to win
This ain't Vegas boy, this the city of sin
You get knocked for talkin' different and that's word to my kin
You don't want the static boy
That piston Drummond again
Balenciaga's on my feet, these ain't no 11's
Run up on me the uzi vert you to heaven
Kickin' shit, like Liu Kang was my brethren
No cap, Kung Lao, knock off your melon
You ain't got no money over there, is that a depression?
Keep talkin' shit the mac it come with suppression
Sit yo' ass down while I teach you a lesson
I beat the box right she tryna' call me a felon
Stressin'? I ain't ever heard of that
I be throwin' dimes and you askin' for a quarterback
F*ck all that, lets get right to it
The only kid from 'round here to really f*ckin' do it
You ain't know me back then, now you actin' stupid
I be laughin' to the bank while I'm throwin' Gucci
While I'm throwin' Gucci
While I'm throwin' Gucci
I heard lil' shawty say she slidin' with a lethal weapon
How she gonna slide if she don't know where she headed?
This my city, pull up get beheaded
Talkin' all that shit behind a curtain, confessions
Run up on me the uzi vert you to heaven
No John Ross, pack got me seventh heaven
Count up my hunnits they blue
Got my money up and they actin' brand new
Pullin' up, mi encanto
Shawty wanna f*ck with a balla', I jus' hit the lotto
Pullin' up with diamonds make me smarter
Guns hit from range jus' like I'm an archer
Dunkin' on these bitches like my name Vince Carter
Spin the block, hit the shots, pick up yo' daughter
Red dots, spray shots, lay yo' ass down little boy
Yeah, now you is a martyr
Bussin' at opps on a daily basis
Yo' girl give the top in different places
This ain't dead space little boy
But the pack got me stasis
Pack got me in stasis
Pack got me in stasis
Pack got me in stasis
I started to notice that they peepin' the drip
It's funny how I got some clout now they f*ck with the kid
I'm run the money up while you smoking on mid
Bitch you better check yourself before you start telling me shit
Bitch I'm here to win
This ain't Vegas boy, this the city of sin
You get knocked for talkin' different and that's word to my kin
You don't want the static boy
That piston Drummond again