Winning Streak (feat. Vincodaman)

Yea I met that nigga, fuck that nigga
Them niggaz small minded, they don't see the bigger picture
I'm a small-town raised, country ass nigga
I got big wheels, but my checks way bigger
Call me vegetarian, these karats in my dentures
Yea, you know I'm carrying, I got all kinds of pistols
Gas went up to six dollars and I went and bought a Tesla
Plus I bought my second crib in the middle of a recession
Best kept secret, she know I'm a breadwinner
Secrets out
She posting some good food, take a box home, then I eat her out
Thick ass dick, gotta get her real wet before I slut her out
Took her out to a Sox game then I sped "home" & I dug her out
Oh my god 20 pounds of strong
I got an Uzi, I got hebrew on my arm
I gotta Draco and a 50 round drum
Hella bananas, but it's no potassium
I got the munchies & a couple honeybuns
I been eating like a pig, I gotta run
Losing weight, hittin' liks in other states
If you ever counted me out
I'm a throw it in your face

My lil' hoe just put me on that block list
Say I'm unaccountable and be actin like I'm toxic
'Cause I won't spend no money on her
I ain't trickin' off on no thot bitch
But I will pay them little bills for you
put these pillows up in yo spot, bitch
Shout out Kayogang, Bird know we on that opp shit
Real live blood cousin, play with him and get mop sticked
I just made it back, I had took a load, and went OT
They want whatever in Indiana
But in Minnesota want OG
In Baltimore they got the D
But they want the number on the coke keys
My nigga Dooney got 6-7 chains clanking, sounding like door keys
whip up to date, hop in, push button, I don't need no keys
Lil' bitch like 250 for the top, I'm like hoe, please
It's a blessing that you even know me
Matter fact, to be around me, hoe, you should owe me
I like my top sloppy, slow, and with no teeth
And when you done bitch it's adios, arrivederci

Bitches think they cool, but they be weak
The M&P petite
In a wide body Jeep
Niggaz need to know I play for keeps
Don't be confused by my look
I got something up my sleeve
Ask me if I got it, fuck you mean
I'm surrounded by gorillas, and all you niggaz look like sheep
Long live Tori, Rest In Peace
My brother lost his brother and it hurts my heart to see
I got Triple S on my feet
Now I'm working out in my J's like they cheap
You ain't never heard that "brrrr beep"
I done lost my fair share now I'm on a winning streak
I'm on a winning streak
Now I'm on a winning streak
All My niggaz on a streak
All these cars, all these cribs, this shit P
All these daddy's with they kids, this shit G
Ain't nobody die in vain, RIP
I can feel your spirit strengthen me

Now I'm on a winning streak



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Writer(s): Vincent Lewis
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