Bryson Tiller Finished Lyrics

[Intro]
And I'll give you one tip, vices
They a motherf*cker now
Leave it alone
Whatever's keepin' you from movin' forward
Leave it alone

[Chorus]
Hold up, let me replenish, hm
Basically, I'm talkin' whoever done said I'm finished, hm
Wonder how you feel, f*ck nigga, I'm ten years in it, hm
Got ten more with me, lil' bitch
I just put a boom on business, lil' bitch
I ain't got a chrome, I'm spinnin', lil' bitch
Nigga look mad when I hittin' that switch
And his bitch braggin', playin' my shit like she ain't never heard no shit like this, yeah
f*ck is you sayin', bitch nigga? I'ma let you finish, yeah
These housе and these cars ain't rentеd
My work paid all off, my bars authentic
[Verse 1]
I'm still Pen Griffey
Nigga, be talkin' that shit in my city
Still my city, they know my city
f*ck a bug mural, I'm a hometown villain
Southside nigga, I personify winnin'
But you know the white folks won't show 'em I did it
Love the white folks, said f*ck with a nigga
Come have fun at the Yum with a nigga
See what the game done to a nigga
Hate when these lames come for a nigga
I'm goin' on a whole new run (New run)
They tryin' trick me out my spot (My spot)
I'll be done with this shit when I'm done (I'm done)
I ain't lookin' for the number one (Uh-uh)
Just money and the shit keep comin' (Just cash)
Kept goin', kept wrist V or nothin' (Big facts) Ain't fallin' off, bitch, you funny (On God)

[Chorus]
Hold up, let me replenish, hm (Oh, let me replenish)
Basically, I'm talkin' whoever done said I'm finished, hmh (Said I'm finished, I'm 'bout my business)
Wonder how you feel, f*ck nigga, I'm ten years in it, hm (Ten years in it)
Got ten more with me, lil' bitch
I just put a boom on business, lil' bitch
I ain't got a chrome, I'm spinnin', lil' bitch
Nigga look mad when I hittin' that switch
And his bitch braggin', playin' my shit like she ain't never heard no shit like this, yeah
f*ck is you sayin', bitch nigga? I'ma let you finish, yeah
These house and these cars ain't rented
My work paid all off, my bars authentic, bitch
[Verse 2]
Remember they gave the cold shoulder, throwin' them jokes and stones
Just for rockin' them OVOs
But you know that shit was bogus, nigga
And I had to bring up 2015, but you know young Tiller was chosen, nigga
That's why they had to go get the high up guys and nerf us, I was, broken, nigga

[Outro]
(Oh, no, no)
Niggas get amnesia and start giving props and handshakes (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I ain't forget that shit, nigga (No, no)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm on my WWJD though
It's all good, I still love you (Oh)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Let's get some money
You feel me?