Built 2 Win Freestyle
She like how I'm coming
Say my name when I get it in
This here straight out the pot
Cant take the heat get out the kitchen
Got it tatted on my arm
Screaming only God can Judge me
Told her baby I'm a gangsta
And she still was trying to fuck me
She know I was built to win
Its like I cant never lose
All my niggas really stepping
Like a brand new pair of shoes
Say my name up on they track
And now they asking where are you
Its too late to take it back
See your brain and we go splat
AK Draco Mac 11
Send that little boy up to heaven
I know gang one call away
But it aint shit for me to stretch him
Stall him out he think we cool
Until I pop out with that weapon
Anywhere we go just know
OGC flexing and finessing
Aint got to ask what I rep
You see that see on my neck
Don't need no stylist to dress me up
I put this shit on the best
Mixing the sprint with the red
Got to watch for that nigga he fed
If he play better dig up his grave
In this bitch we aint ducking no fades
Smoking gas in the bitch its unleaded
Aint no cap I'm gone do it if I said it
Shaking up hands with the savages
Came a long way from a average kid
I put the dope in the back of the car
And i tell it to go I be moving
On your block with the clips
Like a movie
From the side
They can watch how I do it
Say my name when I get it in
This here straight out the pot
Cant take the heat get out the kitchen
Got it tatted on my arm
Screaming only God can Judge me
Told her baby I'm a gangsta
And she still was trying to fuck me
She know I was built to win
Its like I cant never lose
All my niggas really stepping
Like a brand new pair of shoes
Say my name up on they track
And now they asking where are you
Its too late to take it back
See your brain and we go splat
AK Draco Mac 11
Send that little boy up to heaven
I know gang one call away
But it aint shit for me to stretch him
Stall him out he think we cool
Until I pop out with that weapon
Anywhere we go just know
OGC flexing and finessing
Aint got to ask what I rep
You see that see on my neck
Don't need no stylist to dress me up
I put this shit on the best
Mixing the sprint with the red
Got to watch for that nigga he fed
If he play better dig up his grave
In this bitch we aint ducking no fades
Smoking gas in the bitch its unleaded
Aint no cap I'm gone do it if I said it
Shaking up hands with the savages
Came a long way from a average kid
I put the dope in the back of the car
And i tell it to go I be moving
On your block with the clips
Like a movie
From the side
They can watch how I do it
Credits
Writer(s): Chris Jefferson
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