Due 4 a Win (feat. Nasg Chaz, YBS Skola, TMC the DON, Leekonnacomeup & Money Jake)
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Free the sliders, we the sliders
Bro was so hurt, couldn’t front him a perc, so he back on them bars again
I had to put in some work, put that bitch in the dirt, then we go burn the car again
And I’m still standing on business for bro that ain’t living, you know that we all gon’ win
You know that we all gon’ win, you know that we all gon’ win
I told her, “baby we all can win”
Hop in this car bringing bosses in
I got ‘em marching in
I was just down now I’m due for a win
Put a pack in the mail, tell her put all the work on the scale
Baby girl, we be adding it up
I was a child, mama told me to stay on the porch
She ain’t know I was bagging ‘em up
I remember days they was laughing at us
Now them same **** that’s laughing, they working for us
I’m giving jobs and I’m workin’ ‘em hard
Got ‘em watching the corners and capping it up
I don’t really fuck with these ****, I can’t even fake it,
I see everybody dapping ‘em up
I got some shooters I know that’ll do you
But **** ain’t worth it, I’m slapping ‘em up
Pound after pound after pound after pound
I done ran that shit up from the ground
Straight outta love, put his face to the ground
I made ten out the trap, free Ten, get down
Pull the pain from a **** tryna tax me
Give a fuck if they like it, tell a **** get at me
Ten on his what? Man, this shit’ll end badly
Knockers gon’ spin, but we locked in off addies
I was popping a addy
I put the bitch out ‘cause she said she ain’t had me
Make a left and a right, knockers thought that they had me
He dissing my man, this shit could end badly
Italian designer, Louis and Bally
I bought a bag, finessed her in Tally
Dissing my man and got hit with that fan
We got different gens in this bitch like a pan
Bro was so hurt, couldn’t front him a perc, so he back on them bars again
I had to put in some work, put that bitch in the dirt, then we go burn the car again
And I’m still standing on business for bro that ain’t living, you know that we all gon’ win
You know that we all gon’ win, you know that we all gon’ win
I told her, “baby we all can win”
Hop in this car bringing bosses in
I got ‘em marching in
I was just down now I’m due for a win
Put a pack in the mail, tell her put all the work on the scale
Baby girl, we be adding it up
I was a child, mama told me to stay on the porch
She ain’t know I was bagging ‘em up
I know some bitch ass **** wanna get up with me
I’m swithced up, you ain’t gotta worry
I ride around with a hundred-some shots, gotta make it back with the Curry
I wish a **** would tell me to get back, been did that for my man got buried
Your man got died in a van, got killed in a sweatsuit
You must’ve
I charge a **** 48 for a P just now, ‘cause it smell like crunch and berries
I got like three, four sales waiting right now, that’s probably why I’m so in a hurry
None of my young **** gotta spend money around me, I’ma tell them don’t even worry
Throw me a perky and pour up some lean
I’m always clean ‘cause I’m serving them feins
I told a bitch that I’m charged to the max, we can do the shit you did in your dreams
**** better think twice thinkin’ I’m gonna go like a lame
I’ll leave your ass right on the scene
Bury the bippy and get me a new one
Incase we gotta slide again
When I tell ‘em to spin, I know that them **** be hiding then
Bro was so hurt, couldn’t front him a perc, so he back on them bars again
I had to put in some work, put that bitch in the dirt, then we go burn the car again
And I’m still standing on business for bro that ain’t living, you know that we all gon’ win
You know that we all gon’ win, you know that we all gon’ win
I told her, “baby we all can win”
Hop in this car bringing bosses in
I got ‘em marching in
I was just down now I’m due for a win
Put a pack in the mail, tell her put all the work on the scale
Baby girl, we be adding it up
I was a child, mama told me to stay on the porch
She ain’t know I was bagging ‘em up
Written by: Bc tae
