Trophy Winner
Ayo Ten turn me up
DamnTy!DatsYou?
All my niggas with me and we down to blow Tryna catch a case
I can't fuck with none of these hoes I know all of y'all be fake
All this money came through it look like I hit the bank
Spot a Opp and then I caught him guarantee we on a race
Uh Uh and we Finna fill up with lead
Got a couple of shots aiming at his head
I ain't never fold never scared
We upping the score we gon' make sure he dead
Hop out that stick we gon' send him to bed
We serving them pounds we up in the shed
I ain't never fold don't play with my bread
Since I was down I been working hard
Hopping out with that Blick thru the Rental cars
I was down on my dick I was selling bars
And I told myself I'll never fall
And I fell got back up didn't?
Hop out with shootas gon' shoot through his tented
I don't give a fuck bout no bitch I'll pin it
Pop out with that Blick and we hitting his fitted
I been in the trap I get it in
Hop out with that stick we going in
I'm a trophy winner we gon' win
Yo bitch she just dropped the pin
I told lil bro spin again
Heavy Mental we gon' win
I just bought a brand new gen
I'm blowing up they see me winning
I'm shooting shit like Trell
Hop out shooting get off my trail
If she wan fuck she ring the bell Damn
All this shit I been through
I been walking up them stairs
I just talked to god to tell my pops I never fail
Uh I'm gon' blow
Uh Uh I got scopes
Uh In that Sprinter car we shooting at his folks
Uh if I tell my niggas to go they finna go
Uh if I tell my niggas to blow they finna blow
Uh I got switches in this hoe
Ion do no playing
Man down what you saying
Fan down what you saying
Man up and I got big
Tell my pops I'm proud now
And I can't waste no time
I told my mama it's my time now
All my niggas with me and we down to blow Tryna catch a case
I can't fuck with none of these hoes I know all of y'all be fake
All this money came through it look like I hit the bank
Spot a Opp and then I caught him guarantee we on a race
Uh Uh and we Finna fill up with lead
Got a couple of shots aiming at his head
I ain't never fold never scared
We upping the score we gon' make sure he dead
Hop out that stick we gon' send him to bed
We serving them pounds we up in the shed
I ain't never fold don't play with my bread
DamnTy!DatsYou?
All my niggas with me and we down to blow Tryna catch a case
I can't fuck with none of these hoes I know all of y'all be fake
All this money came through it look like I hit the bank
Spot a Opp and then I caught him guarantee we on a race
Uh Uh and we Finna fill up with lead
Got a couple of shots aiming at his head
I ain't never fold never scared
We upping the score we gon' make sure he dead
Hop out that stick we gon' send him to bed
We serving them pounds we up in the shed
I ain't never fold don't play with my bread
Since I was down I been working hard
Hopping out with that Blick thru the Rental cars
I was down on my dick I was selling bars
And I told myself I'll never fall
And I fell got back up didn't?
Hop out with shootas gon' shoot through his tented
I don't give a fuck bout no bitch I'll pin it
Pop out with that Blick and we hitting his fitted
I been in the trap I get it in
Hop out with that stick we going in
I'm a trophy winner we gon' win
Yo bitch she just dropped the pin
I told lil bro spin again
Heavy Mental we gon' win
I just bought a brand new gen
I'm blowing up they see me winning
I'm shooting shit like Trell
Hop out shooting get off my trail
If she wan fuck she ring the bell Damn
All this shit I been through
I been walking up them stairs
I just talked to god to tell my pops I never fail
Uh I'm gon' blow
Uh Uh I got scopes
Uh In that Sprinter car we shooting at his folks
Uh if I tell my niggas to go they finna go
Uh if I tell my niggas to blow they finna blow
Uh I got switches in this hoe
Ion do no playing
Man down what you saying
Fan down what you saying
Man up and I got big
Tell my pops I'm proud now
And I can't waste no time
I told my mama it's my time now
All my niggas with me and we down to blow Tryna catch a case
I can't fuck with none of these hoes I know all of y'all be fake
All this money came through it look like I hit the bank
Spot a Opp and then I caught him guarantee we on a race
Uh Uh and we Finna fill up with lead
Got a couple of shots aiming at his head
I ain't never fold never scared
We upping the score we gon' make sure he dead
Hop out that stick we gon' send him to bed
We serving them pounds we up in the shed
I ain't never fold don't play with my bread
Credits
Writer(s): Jayden Mitchell
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