The Winners
We winning cant fuck wit the losers
I'm in a foreign
He in a foreign
These shits feel like they ubers
That's how we gotta maneuver
Too different could never confuse us
(Niggas could never confuse us)
I smoke gumbo like it's hookah
600 a zip no Booka
Everybody that I'm with is a boss...
Feel like Richard
Not Pryor, Porter
Give me anything I'm getting it off
Counting twenty while I sit in the Porsche
Half of these niggas living a lie
While Momma love still live in a loft
Got a few niggas they need me
Like what Ima do if that Nigga make it
I need somebody to feed me
Better be saving ya breeshy
Every single day I trapping hard
A Nigga just make it look easy
Long live Roy
You know that's the M&M Beezly
Got me throwing up the Sleeze...
Remember the bros went to VT
Got caught with like 8 sleeves
Just check the FBI archives
This money shit run in our genes
1600 for the jeans
Double cup of Cliquot
G sneek fucking wit the lean
Bitch I been hustling since a teen
Stuffing Russian creams
Bro got a custom to the fiends
He felt like Martin Luther King
He made this hustling shit a dream...
Niggas ain't fucking wit the team
I'm just coming clean
We winning cant fuck wit the losers
I'm in a foreign
He in a foreign
These shits feel like they ubers
That's how we gotta maneuver
Too different could never confuse us
(Niggas could never confuse us)
I smoke gumbo like it's hookah
600 a zip no Booka
I'm wit the gang in this bitch
Real stand up Nigga
That's how I got my name in this bitch
I never changed on the click
Same niggas in my throwbacks
Look how we far we came in the pics
Might be in the range wit ya bitch
LV frames for the tints
Drip
Spent a pair of balmains for these shits
I used to pray to hit a lick
That was way back when
When I used to save to get a nick.
Now we sippin outta twin mags
Big bag
In the foreign wit the temp tags
Moving fast catching whiplash
Showing off got my bitch mad
She like I could've went to six flags
We winning cant fuck wit the losers
I'm in a foreign
He in a foreign
These shits feel like they ubers
That's how we gotta maneuver
Too different could never confuse us
(Niggas could never confuse us)
I smoke gumbo like it's hookah
600 a zip no Booka
I'm in a foreign
He in a foreign
These shits feel like they ubers
That's how we gotta maneuver
Too different could never confuse us
(Niggas could never confuse us)
I smoke gumbo like it's hookah
600 a zip no Booka
Everybody that I'm with is a boss...
Feel like Richard
Not Pryor, Porter
Give me anything I'm getting it off
Counting twenty while I sit in the Porsche
Half of these niggas living a lie
While Momma love still live in a loft
Got a few niggas they need me
Like what Ima do if that Nigga make it
I need somebody to feed me
Better be saving ya breeshy
Every single day I trapping hard
A Nigga just make it look easy
Long live Roy
You know that's the M&M Beezly
Got me throwing up the Sleeze...
Remember the bros went to VT
Got caught with like 8 sleeves
Just check the FBI archives
This money shit run in our genes
1600 for the jeans
Double cup of Cliquot
G sneek fucking wit the lean
Bitch I been hustling since a teen
Stuffing Russian creams
Bro got a custom to the fiends
He felt like Martin Luther King
He made this hustling shit a dream...
Niggas ain't fucking wit the team
I'm just coming clean
We winning cant fuck wit the losers
I'm in a foreign
He in a foreign
These shits feel like they ubers
That's how we gotta maneuver
Too different could never confuse us
(Niggas could never confuse us)
I smoke gumbo like it's hookah
600 a zip no Booka
I'm wit the gang in this bitch
Real stand up Nigga
That's how I got my name in this bitch
I never changed on the click
Same niggas in my throwbacks
Look how we far we came in the pics
Might be in the range wit ya bitch
LV frames for the tints
Drip
Spent a pair of balmains for these shits
I used to pray to hit a lick
That was way back when
When I used to save to get a nick.
Now we sippin outta twin mags
Big bag
In the foreign wit the temp tags
Moving fast catching whiplash
Showing off got my bitch mad
She like I could've went to six flags
We winning cant fuck wit the losers
I'm in a foreign
He in a foreign
These shits feel like they ubers
That's how we gotta maneuver
Too different could never confuse us
(Niggas could never confuse us)
I smoke gumbo like it's hookah
600 a zip no Booka
Credits
Writer(s): Terrence Robinson
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