Fine Wine

Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah Ayy turn that shit up Oh yeah that shit sound good [Verse 1] Gimme the loot and imma bounce bitch When I join I expect no fucking sound bitch Buy some rounds bitch Don't leave your house bitch I got no shit up on my wrist bitch Check the fucking 'counts bitch Yeah, check the fucking 'counts ahh Don't cross the fucking line Yeah my girl gets better with time like fine wine And she's mine tough to find one of a kind Sunshine, goldmine, so fine, damn Damn I spray this fucking shit like Pam And it slams and I just scored higher than exams bitch [Verse 2] Fuck em yeah fuck em I don't love em I will always be above em I don't fuck with you if you don't fuck with the style This shits so fucking wild I've been running for 20 miles My bars are not so fucking mild Fuck with me and you gone get a trial bitch Yeah don't fuck with my flow Bitch I'm unique and I'll sell out the shows I don't fuck with no hoes I got me a girl and you already know The lyrics like snow And I'm always alone And she calling my phone And she feeling like home And the bars are like stone And I'm up on the throne And I put in the work but I'm still unknown ahh [Interlude] Like fine wine yeah Yeah Ayy Yeah yeah yeah bau [Verse 3] Writing this shit right after the album drop Telling myself that I'd only make fucking bops Closing up shop I don't ever write fucking flops Swip swap on that shit I don't wanna stop Drip drop on my fit I know how to shop Wait stop Your bitch fucks them props And you're cut like a mop And you don't have a job And you wonder why she never wanna talk ahh Your shit doesn't matter I throw it aside I tried to be better but I was denied You fuck with the pride I fuck with the east side And my girl live on avenue west yeah Only fuck with the best This shit ain't a contest And I'm feeling the stress At my best I'm a guest I don't wanna ingest All the rest of this shit But I'm blessed [Verse 4] Yeah let me down I just wanna be found Fuck my account Fuck the amounts Fuck with the sound Yeah higher than clouds Finding my crowd Rapping out loud Working past sundown Trynna be proud yeah Of the shit that I make Writing that shit till I break Writing that shit till it's hot like a steak Bitch I'm the baddest Don't fuck with the baddest Don't fuck with my status Your shit doesn't matter Yeah going in deep like a dagger I'm climbing the ladder I'm laying the platter Yeah where the fuck are your manners I'm writing this shit like a planner I'm bout ta blow up like I'm banner fuck I'm too good for your standards [Verse 5] I'm too good for you Sad but it's true if you only knew Don't take a lotta randos gotta keep a tight crew Only had two (bitch yeah) now I gotta girl wit a view And I'm stuck like glue wit her And this shit so cold got it feeling like blue winter (ayy fuck) Keeping you warm with this liquor I don't feel the same come to figure Flowing so fast like a river I'm cutting your shit like it's scissors I'm climbing up fast like a zipper Your boyfriend is soft like a whisper It's hitting so fast like a twister I'm grinding so hard got a blister I'm pouring a glass and I got me a mixer I'm trynna get richer and get me some figures (yeah) But that don't make me a winner (bau)