Winnin'
N get yo b, or yo b ima get her
Lil mama down for the special team, like a kicker
Chase a b what? I don't even chase my liquor
Bars like the flu cause they stay gettin cold and sicker
You need to pay attention, stop bit, just listen
$hhManifest on the way, it's only the beginnin'
Every beat I get on, I'm comin' for the killin'
Splash when I stroke, but no I'm not swimmin'
Family never had money, section 8 made me
But when I drip to hard, ni wanna hate me
In the booth, spitting wavy crazy like they pay me
Don't play me crazy wavy spitting and that's daily
If the text green, don't call,I'll hit you with a click
Never let a h tie me down, ya dumb trick
These h will lie for the money it's mad sick
Think witcha head and not with ya magic stick
Gold teeth shinning, diamonds stay blindin'
Yo girl is arriving, B boy stop cryin'
Like a bike she riding, on all 4's she thriving
You can have ya b back, I'm done perfect timin'
Keep a b filled like a bottomless mimosa
You an opp, king of the snakes, no cobra
Small circle, but keep my enemy's closer
I'll have a N take your cap off, no soda
Baby come and slide thru
I'd done worked that body, worked that mind too
Slide with ya girls I know they fine too
Me and my n stay winnin' and that's times 2
Yeah and everyday we winning
I don't go rounds, I go innings
Up in her mouth like a filing
Me and my n chasing all this bread trynna get them millions
N be hating I let my pistol talk
N be talking I let that pistol bark
N be hating, thats how it goes
I be chilling at the crib, I be workin' on these flows
N hate on me, is it the chains
Is it the bitches, they debate on me
Young n steady crippin, dressed in all blue
If that n steady tripping, his brains gon get blew
Man these n don't wanna box
I be swinging on these n like I pay for the sox
On my neck busdown like the riches
I be sliding to the hood and taking their b
N really getting that bread
If that n steady trippin', put some shots in his head
Man these n really snitching, man these n some feds
And when they killed n NIP, swear to God these tears shed
Baby come and slide thru
I'd done worked that body, worked that mind too
Slide with ya girls I know they fine too
Me and my n stay winnin' and that's times 2
Yeah and everyday we winning
I don't go rounds, I go innings
Up in her mouth like a filing
Me and my n chasing all this bread trynna get them millions
Lil mama down for the special team, like a kicker
Chase a b what? I don't even chase my liquor
Bars like the flu cause they stay gettin cold and sicker
You need to pay attention, stop bit, just listen
$hhManifest on the way, it's only the beginnin'
Every beat I get on, I'm comin' for the killin'
Splash when I stroke, but no I'm not swimmin'
Family never had money, section 8 made me
But when I drip to hard, ni wanna hate me
In the booth, spitting wavy crazy like they pay me
Don't play me crazy wavy spitting and that's daily
If the text green, don't call,I'll hit you with a click
Never let a h tie me down, ya dumb trick
These h will lie for the money it's mad sick
Think witcha head and not with ya magic stick
Gold teeth shinning, diamonds stay blindin'
Yo girl is arriving, B boy stop cryin'
Like a bike she riding, on all 4's she thriving
You can have ya b back, I'm done perfect timin'
Keep a b filled like a bottomless mimosa
You an opp, king of the snakes, no cobra
Small circle, but keep my enemy's closer
I'll have a N take your cap off, no soda
Baby come and slide thru
I'd done worked that body, worked that mind too
Slide with ya girls I know they fine too
Me and my n stay winnin' and that's times 2
Yeah and everyday we winning
I don't go rounds, I go innings
Up in her mouth like a filing
Me and my n chasing all this bread trynna get them millions
N be hating I let my pistol talk
N be talking I let that pistol bark
N be hating, thats how it goes
I be chilling at the crib, I be workin' on these flows
N hate on me, is it the chains
Is it the bitches, they debate on me
Young n steady crippin, dressed in all blue
If that n steady tripping, his brains gon get blew
Man these n don't wanna box
I be swinging on these n like I pay for the sox
On my neck busdown like the riches
I be sliding to the hood and taking their b
N really getting that bread
If that n steady trippin', put some shots in his head
Man these n really snitching, man these n some feds
And when they killed n NIP, swear to God these tears shed
Baby come and slide thru
I'd done worked that body, worked that mind too
Slide with ya girls I know they fine too
Me and my n stay winnin' and that's times 2
Yeah and everyday we winning
I don't go rounds, I go innings
Up in her mouth like a filing
Me and my n chasing all this bread trynna get them millions
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Writer(s): Manuel Rivera
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