Brissy Boys Are Back

[Verse 1: HRO]
HHC don't even know
Me and Finn put on a show
They can't tell me nothing
Nor show me something I ain't seen before
LeBron come with that pick and roll
Smokin' on some vegetables
Makin' out with chicks
While chopping up quadruple six
Body like a centre, though
She's all on my genitals
They think I have a boring flow
Next one to say will be wrapped in C4
Stayin' swag from head to toe
I don't need no fashion shows
Y'all be my slaves and serve like John McEnroe
If I had the fame, I'd sell out some shows
I be binnin' and winnin' likе my name is Finn
They'll give my rеcord a spin
Maybe trash it in the bin
But at least I'm getting numbers
To me that's a win

[Verse 2: FinnDaBin]
Finn is hitting on the verse
This song will be up first
This song will be hitting
I get FaceTimes as we shitting
Brissy Boys are back
After I hit, I take a nap
I don't remember the shit I clap
Makin' millions, please, stop the cap
Can't remember, even the shit I rap
And half the shit don't even make sense
I'm so fuckin' dense, aye
My ballsack's what looks like Kim's titty dance
Ooh, yeah

[Outro: HRO & FinnDaBin]
Aye, aye, the Brissy Boys are back