Quintana Pt. 2

I'm finessin', finessin' (Straight up)

I came up a hundred bands a week, straight up finessin'

La Flame

Walked in this bitch, I just got through finessin' designer (Straight up)

Oh my God, it's no rental, gold plated, no need to remind you

Robbed my plug, that **** wasn't getting me high (That dope)

Oh no-no, oh no-no-no-no-no-no-no

Stack on black as True Religion (Straight up)

This that shit that keep you geekin' (That dope)

I done fucked me 'round five bad bitches this morning (La Flame)

And I ain't goin' back unless they horny (Oh, no)

Oh no-no, oh no-no-no-no-no-no-no

Finessin', finessin' (Straight up)

I can't go one day without finessin' (La Flame)

Finessin', finessin' (That dope)

I came up a hundred bands a week, straight up finessin' (Straight up, straight up)

I came up a hundred bands a week, straight up finessin'

Been on that weed, been with my team

Rolling with my team, yeah, they all finessin'

How high?

Tell me why she wanna leave me

She used me to get high

Oh, she used me to get higher, higher, higher

So tell me why she wanna leave me

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh

Ooh-ooh, ooh

As the days go on, the southern region of our national anthem

The quest for La Flame, this journey, it's the last days