Winning

Knew you know the score, ****

That hate shit ain't gon' get you nowhere, ****

You losing, we winning

I got racks like tennis, my **** we get it

I ain't chasing these bitches

I'm chasing these benji's, hoe get out yo feelings

Chopper kick, mortal combat

Smoking gas, now my lungs black

I'm at the trap where them bombs at

Yeah I'm at the trap where them guns at

You losing, we winning

I got racks like tennis, my **** we get it

I ain't chasing these bitches

I'm chasing these benji's, hoe get out yo feelings

Chopper kick, mortal combat

I'm smoking gas, now my lungs black

I'm at the trap where them bombs at

Yeah I'm at the trap where them guns at

Hundreds, fifties, twenties

All I know is get plenty

Got this 40 on my waist

This ain't no Gucci or a Fendi

Bad lil' bitch run around like a hemi

But I'm still pourin' mud and rolling up sticky

(Steady rolling up sticky)

Hopped up in a foreign, I'm peeling I'm drifting

(Hopped up in a foreign, I'm peeling I'm drifting)

Find a **** like me, baby I ain't too many

All of my **** chase cheques

You can get wet

You play with that, guap

All of my **** tote that

Like rubberbands, you can get popped

My young **** crazy

They don't give a fuck

Balling so hard, my team is so clutch

We shooting to kill

Like Donald boy Duck

You keep talking down

I'ma keep running up

You losing, we winning

I got racks like tennis, my **** we get it

I ain't chasing these bitches

I'm chasing these benji's, hoe get out yo feelings

Chopper kick, mortal combat

Smoking gas, now my lungs black

I'm at the trap where them bombs at

Yeah I'm at the trap where them guns at

You losing, we winning

I got racks like tennis, my **** we get it

I ain't chasing these bitches

I'm chasing these benji's, hoe get out yo feelings

Chopper kick, mortal combat

I'm smoking gas, now my lungs black

I'm at the trap where them bombs at

Yeah I'm at the trap where them guns at

I grind it up from a corn sack

You smell that loud, that's that skunk pack

This hundred round drum, I'ma dump that

And my pockets swole, they be pouring fat

Yeah my money long as giraffe neck

We got them choppas like Baghdad

Where is that cash, gotta have dat

Homie get ya bitch, before I smash that

I hit her then quit her, I don't give a fuck

(I hit her then quit her, don't give no fuck)

I'm not from Milwaukee, I'm just 'bout the bucks

(I ain't from no Milwaukee, bitch I'm all about them bucks)

These **** be talking, like they all so tough

(These **** be talking, like they all so tough)

Until we pull up, then they face freezing up

(Turn they ass to a ghost)

You losing, we winning

I got racks like tennis, my **** we get it

I ain't chasing these bitches

I'm chasing these benji's, hoe get out yo feelings

Chopper kick, mortal combat

Smoking gas, now my lungs black

I'm at the trap where them bombs at

Yeah I'm at the trap where them guns at

You losing, we winning

I got racks like tennis, my **** we get it

I ain't chasing these bitches

I'm chasing these benji's, hoe get out yo feelings

Chopper kick, mortal combat

I'm smoking gas, now my lungs black

I'm at the trap where them bombs at

Yeah I'm at the trap where them guns at