Finer Things by Young Garcia Lyrics

[Intro]
Snake, slime, slatt!

[Chorus]
Yeah, I know
You be posted up from Sunday to Saturday night
Started hangin' with the members, then you blew a few pipes
And you gon' do the dash if you see them blue lights
A lot of people dyin' and it's a chance that you might
You got God on your side, but it's hard to do right
Don't pay them haters no mind, you can be what you like
Tryna leave this in the past, grindin' for a new life

[Verse]
Yeah, I got dyin' in the streets, yeah
And I be bossin in these streets
Sippin' on that lean
And I'm getting codiene, and mix it with the lean
Pull up with the .20's and gеt him cleaned
And you know we doing kills, I ain't playing no soccеr so you know Ion wear no cliets
What you know about me, ay
What? You from the hood?
I just want Finer Things, cause' I'm from the hood
Ay