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Skeeter & Deleeeter
03:15
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2. |
Cabana
04:38
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fat girls gotta have it big
hipster girls just fuck and take pics
bad girls wanna get licked
dyke girls still love the dick
sex drugs raps and what else?
i dont see below myself so top shelf
party party party like Hell
Gucci so hot she literally melt
she let me make sure there's no way i could help
i had a bunch of remedies just let me do it stealth
Based God let me fuck yo bitches
from the lobby to the labia
no riches
baby i wanna wife u later but first
lets check with Jimmy
silly i
would eat it
cause it smell like cocoa butter so i'm in between them knee caps
babies clingin to her breasts she know she in trouble
her momma tole her not to mess with this ugly mothafucka
got so much cream she seein double
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3. |
Dip
03:04
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she drip drip after drip
we dip dip after dip
she sip sip sip after sip
she kiss kiss what she kiss
i think i need some romance
but not a long one
think i need some hoes to dance
with her thong off
i think this is my thong song
nothing wrong
but a little bump & grind goin on bruh
im in her, zone 6, this that alley that strip
that A pussy T for tits and L for lips
i think she took a sip already
i mixed in some shit
Germany is what they told me g
this shit gon blow a hoe up to smithereens
illegal potion for some orgy shit
she fine, and she mine for one night but thats fine
i be fuckin on some dimes, but this a million dollar find
big ass fat tighs, i could swallow my tongue twice
that pussy dementia, so clean i can see myself in it & god damn im handsome
got my penile buzzin like a beehive
bruh hi-five me on the way laughin like i can't survive
they bet i won't last 10 minutes in it, then adios - bye bye
i cant lie, my dick smokin like popeye
her pussy sweeter than popaya
but just skip that whole shit take yo shit off lets ride
take it off bend over let me see it
if you looking to get probed by an alien let me be it
i could fuck u up like a vampire do
but i will let up if you just wanna screw
either way i'm the anchorman girl i wanna be on you
she drip drip after drip
we dip dip after dip
she sip sip sip after sip
she kiss kiss what she kiss
i think i need some romance
but not a long one
think i need some hoes to dance
with her thong off
i think this is my thong song
nothing wrong
but a little bump & grind goin on bruh
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4. |
Cocaine Thuggin'
02:03
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Cocaine Thuggin
deygo deygo
cocaine hustlin
tryn to mail a hater head to police at like 4am
giving all these beats a beating like a vegie juice blend
they don't know about the secret stash of RPM's
i snatch a soul out a body like an alien
finna dump a car full of bodies off the bridge like Stan
got no love in my heart, like a cyborg man
hella gold digging ass hoes
this that Ho Klondike
but this that shit that make em take em pants off quick
lay down on the ground
its a robbery
get fucked get bucked
yeah thats what these hoes like
mask on
mask off
dont matter
im a put it in the ground
so deep
aint no ladder
so dicreet
like im lurkin
wrap yo body in yo curtains
hella ideas in my head goin off at the same time
mix mash, stack up, black out
woke up smacked down, racked out
hoes up, funds down
when my funds up, hoes around
aint no balance in hardship
cause 1 wrong bring another now ya wanna buss it
but fuck it
Cocaine Thuggin
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5. |
2012 featuring INF
03:03
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i'm just trynna live [I told INF]
everybody trynna take take take
baby steps
[are we there yet]
hoes better be wet wet
not that sweat wet but that kitty purr purr wet wet for that sex sex
[wait hold up]
pussy blinders on my horse
[and that's bad]
unemployment got me fucked up feel like robbin food courts
[shit sad]
when you alive and wishin well
they picture you up in the cell at least
cause nobody want you to eat
they place the bread on the top shelf
and Ima go gettem
no matter what they think
i'm sushi raw, propane spitter
got that waka flocka flame and my teeth all wisdom
i hope you muthafuckas see no light i'm brinin the rupture with me
2012 god forgive me
and he forgive em
but I dont
when they drown me
i'm in a boat with folk trynna float
see and i'ma g.o.a.t
you a simple goat
and all the dirt you dig up on me end up all over yo shirt
replacement teacher bruh
i get double the work
i aint with that ho ass shittt
nah
i aint with that slow ass shit hah
get my money fast make my money flip
do a lotta shit before its 20 13 hah
get busy
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6. |
57 Flows
03:53
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tell me do ya know how it feels
when ya trynna say it
but this shit don't play out how ya wanna play it
so you never say it
fuck that shit is emo i cannot be really sayin this
this that shit that make em kids wanna slid they wrist
wanna punch other kids
wanna make they girlfriend pregnant just to see how this shit feels
to be a human
in a human's body
gettin human brain
cause I might be alienating myself further away
man i'm bumpin squadda b like all day
he for real some shit i don't be sayin every single day
humble as i am, ignant as they see me
arrogant as i could be, not as much as i really be
shit just need to start poppin off or i might start poppin off
see im already acting soft
gotta shake this fuck shit off and lay it down like i'm a boss
for the haters
one two three
i fuck with a hater if he can tell me
whats my flaws
where my wrongs
otherwise ima keep thinkin
im the same doe boy with 57 flows
57 goals, and i can't keep up
not a damn bitch cause i couldnt give a fuck
what they want, what they need, what they see in a G
when they see me what do they see
is it a fish or a tree or a butterfly
remember hoes be crazy
so they see what they wanna see
and im just trynna mind my business, trynna not talk too much on twitter
not talk too much in general
rap only bout shit that matter tho
just ranted
handed they ass a new one
maybe i should just do some,
randomly
when the cool comes?
when my mood calm
and the mic aint tucked away
bitch i wish i could rap all day
speak my mind
naw what the fuck you got to say
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7. |
Uncle Scrooge
03:07
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i'm so chill next day i'm on e
fck this shit bump like a club in the sea
life like a bitch, and sometimes bitches love me
and most times, bitches trynna fuck me or fuck with me
but i can't let her get to me
i told my family
the waters run deep this here situation intricate
might end up eatin raw fish
might end up sleepin with em, all of cause i'm trynna stay above water
but the scuba diving snakes hold the new world order
holdin on to those deuces & quarters & dimes,
can't let a young dolphin shine
man i stay up on that gargantuan state of mind
perpetual rollercoaster of virtues desires to purchase
and strugglin to get to workin
cause the comfort is what you earning
and bands dont come correct
till u threaten them with the furnace
fuck trynna save for a rainy day
might be yo last minute
in the balance of it all, i'm tryn stay livin
in the club bitches on me - still feelin lonely
late night crippin with the weight of the world on me
i'm at the strip club bitches on me still feelin lonely
when you lose patience of being noticed
you start noticin your own shit
and confide to a stripper instead of homies
and tell her you dont really know me
offer her money to date you just to win back the glorious moments
cuz gettin money was gettin dome in gigantic proportions
im short sighted when the bread is long
man i ain't dealt with a 100k yet but i'm sure i'm goin
if my mind stop playin start sayin somethin, then we rollin
used to watch Duck Tales with a bowl of cereal in the morning
wishin on a vault of coins Uncla Scrooge
life was sweet
nah i ain't sure what im trynna bring back
ya feel me?
strip clubs, bottles, nights darker than emptyness
suicidal thoughts, faggets with they empty threats
rain drops pourin on my head its 2 in the morning
mind blank eyes starin through the fuckin walls &
grass don't help me it fills my lungs with metal
i'm a walkin propane bottle & you a fuckin tea kettle
i'm bout to blow i keep sayin to my army clones
room full of mirrors dark shadows on the walls alone
homies ain't fuck with the bluesy blues man Finanshall be the who is who
of who got the juice and damn
these bitches still lookin at my groin this shit crazy crazy
used to think it was the pink dolphin shirts too wavey wavey
still feelin tunnel vision see mercedes leather gravy
polo color navy versace shades i'm arabian
pinning up pictures of my dreams on the cork board
lotto tickets, plans of taking over the world & all
man i'm tryna stay real, fuck a dollar bill
get my family here, i could be complete for real
man this shit is really hard & you won't understand me
pop a pill with me xanax ima take u to another planet
im alive
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8. |
Git It How Ya Live
02:08
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clouds up on top of me
follow me everywhere
mind is unstoppable
where it go
i dont care
gotta make it properly
a monopoly
plenty money
in the bundle
in a duffle bag
stacks on stacks
let me shuffle dat
hoes ruffling they feathers
but i can see past that bird brain
she a parrot
fucked her on the balcony
she was screaming for the Holy Spirit
her soul to carry
and then i did a line off the skyline
doing fine
aint worried about a bitch
cant waste no time
tippin em stoppin em
droppin em
on the way to the top & em
something you'd comprehend if you one of us
and not one of them
hear me out
in the wettest paint on them pretty bitch rims
sittin extravagant
i'm superstitious so i keep 3 bitches
3 cars
3 stacks
in my pocket
that's the realistic riches
that's that cash on delivery
or you get
indistinguishable features
better read the scriptures
remember what God did to em
son of a bitch polices
can't trust the boys in blue
cant fuck with snitches
everywhere i go
they sayin stop
you doin it bruh bruh
you smokin that wha wha
you murkin this shit
you be murkin this shit
how you be murkin this shit
get it how ya live
girl said her daddy tongan, momma is samoan
ass so big might i put her on a forklift
ride arund town show her off to my homies
they all like skinny hoes, dem hoes i dont want em
gotta play rough cause hella dudes rowdy
every body on that gangsta music like they bout it bout it
gangsta pull they pants and snitch on they mans quick
fuck a homie main bitch
act like he aint did
real shit when they think it aint in you
just a lil nobody came thru at the venue
act all cool by the bar mackin on a random bitch
till her boyfriend showed start talkin lotta shit
boy got hit in the knee, face rammed in the table
that night
lost his bitch
three teeth
and his kangol
woke up next morning
tried playin 2Pac
turned that shit off cuz he realized
his balls dropped
that guy who did him
aint on no g shit
daddy was in prison told him handle yo bizness
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9. |
500
03:37
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500 thats an even number
500 bitches on me this summer
500 bottles
500 pounds
need 500 lifes to live my life right now
it's them snakes that i'm after, crying crocodile tears
nah bitch ya can't hear what the crocodile hear
when it move underwater
and you trynna dance in the water
when you move like a cobra ima move get ya slaughtered
no mercy
someone out the crowd might hurt ya
keep a close knit circle never open up the curtains
cause some of these demons lurkin
in the face they might be wholesome
and oily skin was golden, droppin apples from all orchards
leaving mothafuckin bodies, plenty clouds & baby orphans
shady visitors at night, shit might turn into an orgy
when u open arms the heart is stabbed and hung like Jesus was
but thank God I'm not perfect
so i never let em hurt me
can't trust a ho, so it's lonely, and them homies start thinkin i'm on somn
but it's a cold world, so why the fuck should i stay warm
cause i got my family behind me, do you know what family is to a lion
family is everything, i might kill a thousand giants
bitch its crucifixes and science
in this batcave im residing
and the best way i can't find
a peace of mind
is by staying higher through the violence
let me do my thing in silence
let me do my dirt in slo mo
while im turnin on the wheels of fortune hope these wheels they gon murk em
hope these stills of me turn 3d
and to every bitch that see me
if you turn this shit around you see angels behind demons
you see wings and thats me,
all hell broke loose
i'ma buy 500 bottles, tell the goos get loose
till the ducks gon duck cause the hunter gon shoot
let me load my fuckin rifle
shouts to $ludgehammer, this slimy
if you rollin with me thats a guarantee
you will hate the world, but you will learn to be
in harmony with them sirens, and the modern day pirates
and the hoes who wanna lie & the evil that will never die
but keep silence
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10. |
OG Julk
02:20
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11. |
TURNUPS
03:32
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silly tricks for kids she pull my leg up out the bed she doin squats up on my dick
i think this bitch possessed and shit
i think we need to slow it down third time today she eat my kids
i'm bout to snitch on this bitch now, tell my homie we need to switch
but i'm corny like that so stay hoggin
i ran thru every porn vid in my life
we did it all then
she does it all, pole, strip, suck it whole
roll over bend over
touch your toes
and i ain't even connected like that
she a different type of bitch some go for the gum she go for the wrap
and al i had to do was act cool tho
first time we met she squirt about a pool tho
aint no need for tips and queys this aint pool doe
tell my momma bout her nah, we aint that cool doe
tell you real shit right now she a cool ho
u know she gave me a birthday present too
brought a friend and bought some nuvo
gordoooo you a lucky mothafuckaaaaaa
get it understood i be all about em
dad told me to work and find a wife im bout to
how can u resist when these girls be so legit
if she wife material than she can't be a freak
and i need a freak alright?
i need a bad bitch, alright?
so if you got pierced nips or yo clit
then you the type of bitch that I like
it's crazy like a mothafuckin spring break
most my homies hitched long ago,
now they gettn shitfaced
cause the pussy callin, wherever you go
got that baby momma stallin goin thru my draws
i aint even work with numbers, it's easy to count
1-2-3 then i'm out and we bounce
aight?
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12. |
Shoot The Sky
03:39
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i feel like a century old vampire down for hire
these bloodsuckas ain my kin tho, [im just feelin tired]
mouth wired systematically [cause unemployment hit drastically]
and i aint no pimp or no gangsta my friend, but shit i guess you become automatically
cause aint no sunshine when there's no dolla signs
so rob & steal is the only deal i dont need advances on this grind
ima need like 500 for the gun tho
tottin pistols since a young tho, with my young bro
with my school bros smokin hash on the low
stairways of a high rise eastside of Moscow
that was back then, dont make me backtrack
when the grapes turned to wine, when i start spittin crack
and most of them tellin me make money off rap
but these the ones who sayin so many lames in this game nah fuck that
i might go insane, shout out my ex for that brain
and my new girl she got cancer so i can't really make plans with her name
thats the harsh reality's stabbin me
i wish i was out here rappin on some trappin shit
swangin lacs and shit, on some bastard shit braggin bout hoes and the clothes and the cabbage and this legit
and this and that fuck a bitch
nah the real shit lil buddy this world is realer like this
when you fess up like this, i wish they did it like me
ain't no fake shit back to the basics
bruh let me make this, see my mistakes bitch
when u aint had no shootin practice but its do or die now
and all these bullets in my pistol sayin let me fly now
i got this dodo in my pocket screamin let me fry now
put them signs down, shoot the sky now
i wish i was the artsy type, the it entrepreneur
some people like me they reach out for the high life
but the blacked out mind cant no more endure
so we resort to violence, and lest it was more in silence
but this shit is vibin and if they gon hear this make sure its boomin like renaissance science
and if i gotta go in, cant let em catch me slippin
i came in this world with 2 goals
make my momma proud and make millions
and if i can't do the second
make sure im thru with the first
slippin cause of the thirst
prolly the playboy blood in me work
thank god im ugly as shit so this go out the equation
guess from now on can only be burrrrr puttin ice cream on hoe faces
speak easy you die hard
watch yo mouth, cause the disrespect get you hit the deck
mess up all of your cards
thank god for my eyesight they can't hit me first
ima need to take my glasses off so i cant see where they hurt
boy try put in work,
but he workin a job he can't handle
so whoever hired this dude gon feel the cold side of the handle
you second place like wes mantooth
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13. |
On That Cloud
03:50
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i want my fam to eat, thats why i can't sleep
ain't no pill poppin tonight but you damn right i acquire speed
living life of greed, had the weed with no seeds to relief
times when madness came singing something sweet
the times are only rougher
they promised me a new day but it was long ago
bout 365 tomorrows
pain on another level
i don't feel ya
i don't need to
step into somebody shoes
cuz my feet hurt
so get me
i'm on the corner of success street and failure ave
stuck in the pavement
so the grind is all i have
grind the teeth in concrete, leave minimal margins
corporate world ain't funding, so i stay in the dungeons
workin on my SME, limited accessories
so please baby please bear with me no communist
i come from where they sneeze, cough and spit
permanent cold though these streets got plenty heat
fuck with this
i was raised on bullshit
learned to comb right through it
fiction on the news but i give a fuck if they knew it
i ain't preachin neither,
got my mind on my business
head on the table, tired of counting zero
tense moments like free throws
now it's me hoe
do you remember me?
oh you prolly think
who the fuck that is?
cracker on the street,
but try bite me
i'ma leave ya stomach growling
and it ain't for no excitement
on the corner i stand higher never frightened
cuz
who you think you should be scared of in this world
is it the guns, the people,
media, embarrassment,
no love
no regrets and no remorse thats what my partna told me
hold the torch up high,
these bitches try blow it off and
saw it off your hand
i keep a tight grip
like i'm doing pull ups off the 100 floor window pane
at the same time shittin on these lames
so my pants down
and my dick on the floor below recruitin yo hoe for handjobs
busy man
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14. |
Salesman Sadness
03:52
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15. |
Off Dem $hit$
03:41
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16. |
Faded
03:50
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17. |
Legit
02:38
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Like Van Damme doin splits
bitch im legit
like Chuck Norris do a roundhouse kick
bitch im legit
like Steven Seagal do all of that shit
im legit
movies bout janitors, while I'm gettin fat like Santa Clause
Hanna Montana shit & my pops out the slammer
can't skype no more cause of the jammers
can't do what they normal folk do
fuck smoke watch Jersey Shore get fucked off a brew
at this concert watchin Home Brew
i was so geeked up
i was talkin to Screw
I was talkin to Zeus
he told me only one thing
bruh u got swag out the roof
and this shit is proof
40 proof i dont chase it with juice
yes ima dog but fuck chasin the puss
if you out for that cake don't eat that shit too
if you out here my guy doin whatever you do
dont trynna run up on me talkin all of that gangsta shit
like you bangin and shit
i'm trynna live large
like a barge
fuck girls who be lookin like Marge
but can't let pussy become in charge
so i charge thru that shit she think im a mirage
put em on iphone now i got a collage
trippin of henny with marmelade
then she rode me all night then we watched Chocolat
movies from Poland, pills come from Oakland,
your momma from China, your daddy Samoan,
met 5 of your friends, all packed in the Skoda,
or was that Toyota tape deck with that dubstep shit
my buddy, from Russia he told me these hoes want mo & mo & mo of us,
deez hoes from South Africa ridin that pole bruh
wearin a mink coat but colder than polar
make snow melt
for us it's all over, coz you ridin that short bus, that chris brown,
that gaga,
shit dat i play you dont know about
man i fuck with that Pimp C purp in the cup
X-Mob, Cousin Fik, D.G. Yola
got bootlegs as if it was 95 Screw tapes im throed up
and she throw up coz of that coca
too much in my sprite so i seem kinda slow huh
but she be too fast, she came twice so i had to pull over
take off my Balmain pullover
then she got done
gone off that sugar rush
i aint finna tell you that, what you dont know about
i aint from the bay, but my city is Auckland
we be in the bay lookin over god's shoulder
cause we right by the end of the road
where these bitches so loud and they look like they could give a fuck
man my buddy outta luck so i scooped him in the truck
Auckland City blues, sittin by the water seen the
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