Quintana Pt. 2 - Travis Scott ft. T.I.

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 nigga 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, with my team

Rolling with my team, yeah, they all finessin'

Man, here it go, fishscale, A1 perico

Fill PJ's up with kilos, then sell it like it's legal, yeah

Everybody he know, could have gotten hit with the RICO

Caught a couple of charges, they were weak though

Feds had to let him go in a week or so

Still, still need the key to blow

Whole heap of dough, ran the streets for so long

Man, the team was so on

Damn, it seem like so long ago, we had 'em in Mexico

He tryna make it back, three bricks more

The people always run up on us in Texas, though

Only by the grace of God they ain't catch us, though

Some lil' young nigga with some big dreams

Almost on the verge of doing some big things

Tryna get a bird since he was sixteen

And now he playin' 'round with fifteen or more, ayy

You know a nigga love nice things (Nice things)

And the price in the hood is too frightening

Them niggas ain't gon' do the right thing, it's time for me to do my thing (Hey)

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)

Finessin', finessin' (Straight up)

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

Finessin', finessin'

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

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

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

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