Juice WRLD — New Finesse

[Intro: King Jefe] Ayy Ayy, G-L-O (Purchase your tracks today), look, ayy [Chorus: King Jefe] New finesse, new finesse New finesse, new (Ayy) One finesse, two finesse, we finesse you New finesse, new finesse New finesse, new (Ayy) One finesse, ayy, two finesse, okay [Verse 1: King Jefe] Bro said he's back in the hood And he got MACs in the back of his hood Pillow talking you get snatched in the hood Fuck around and get dragged to the back of the woods Killers lurking, murking, searching for danger You step out your place, get put back where you should Me and Juice taking plugs out the socket They trapped in the trap like bear traps in the woods And that's cool I'm doing this shit that my momma don't know The plug hit my line, he got drugs for the low But I rob all my plugs I just hope it don't show Juice got the juice but the gun with him too If you flinch one more time, then he might let it go Plug meet me up, I just act like its nothing Juice hop out, he clutching the thing at his throat [?] on the floor We gon run it back, ain't talking bout m's on my nigga, we score Man I got bars like a xan, like a gate, like a prison My nigga you already know Bar after bar, I got bars in narcotics If you need 'em, just hit me, just don't call my phone Meet me in person, put niggas in hearses Them boss is like mad at them, bitches too strong, ayy [Chorus: King Jefe] New finesse, new finesse New finesse, new (Ayy) One finesse, two finesse, we finesse you New finesse, new finesse New finesse, new (Ayy) One finesse, ayy, two finesse, okay [Verse 2: Juice WRLD] Woah, woah, woah New finesse, new finesse New finesse, new Smokin' dope, never stress, fly like JetBlue Run up on me, that's okay, what this TEC do? I just asked your main bitch, "What the neck do?" I get the money then flip it and get it again Niggas talk shit, well I'm in Talkin' that shit, that's okay I run up with that thing That thing'll get a nigga fan I might pull up in a Benz, fuck on a couple of fans Count up a couple of bands Shoot at a couple of feds Takin' them shots to the head, woah Xannin', Xannin', Xannin', baby, I'm Xannin' Run up on me, I'ma kill you, you standin' No you not, I got to shootin' and fannin' I leave a nigga bitch so fuckin' stranded I been ballin' out like I'm from Atlanta I been goin' crazy, nigga, you know it You could catch me pourin' all of the Fanta Got the lean and you know my loud is potent, ayy New finesse, new finesse, new finesse Fuckin' your bitch from the back while I count up a sack Motherfucker, I never stress Niggas talk shit, that's okay, I got K's And I put that to you and I let you rest Any nigga talkin' stupid to me, I'ma come through, hit him with a TEC (This that new finesse) [Chorus: King Jefe & Juice WRLD] New finesse, new finesse New finesse, new (Ayy) One finesse, two finesse, we finesse you New finesse, new finesse New finesse, new (Ayy) One finesse, ayy, two finesse, okay [Outro: Juice WRLD] Juice Heaven and Juice Heaven and Juice Heaven and Juice