Winning Percentage (Like Mike)
Yeah
Yeah
Sitodaplugg man, y'all know what the fuck going on
Anticipated this life, trifling and I in a sentence together, I'm different I must keep a pipe Spinning we hittin' whoever in sight
No time for women, I hit em & send em to all my young niggas, they get who they like
Yeah, yeah
No time for women, I hit em & send em to all my young niggas, they get who they like
Crimes I committed, I'm still asking God for forgiveness when sinning, I know it ain't right
My windows tinted, I'm sitting in something they wish they could get in, I know that they tight
Spend it on denim, I want it I really could get it, ain't tricking, just give me a price
I anticipated this life, you can't put trifling and I in a sentence together, I'm different I must keep a pipe
Spinning we hittin' whoever in sight
They say I'm tripping for spending
On denim, cause they got rips in them, these really the Mikes
They know my winning percentage like Mike
Really that nigga, I don't need the hype
I can't be slipping, this nose
On my Smith & resemble Scott Pippen, I'm itching to give out a wipe
My nigga sitting in prison, cause these niggas snitching, his sentence still ending with life
Winner percentage I spend with no limit, whatever I want, I could buy
Bought it, I ain't have to try it on, know it's my size, I only wore it one time
Floor it them boys get behind
I ignore when she calling, that whore hit my line
I'm way too important, can't spoil my vibe
It's scorching, we always outside
We don't do talking, you know we on timing
We don't do walking, you know we gon ride
My lil bro on offense like Patrick Mahomes, he keep on throwing, we score on the drive
Got a lil hoe and she bad to the bone, she know the bosses, they all on my side
Took them losses, you know we ain't dwelling on nothing, I throw on my rise visions
Must be cautious in case niggas watching me, keep the glock on me, I'm a commodity
Honestly, honesty still the best policy, quality still over quantity dawg
No time for women, I hit em & send em to all my young niggas, they get who they like
Crimes I committed, I'm still asking God for forgiveness when sinning, I know it ain't right
My windows tinted, I'm sitting in something they wish they could get in, I know that they tight
Spend it on denim, I want it I really could get it, ain't tricking, just give me a price
I anticipated this life, you can't put trifling and I in a sentence together, I'm different I must keep a pipe
Spinning we hittin' whoever in sight
They say I'm tripping for spending
On denim, cause they got rips in them, these really the Mikes
They know my winning percentage like Mike
Really that nigga, I don't need the hype
Tennis chain that's VS2
I got immune all this winning, don't know what to do
Jordan when he had the flu
I'ma shoot for the moon, bet not let me regroup
I was nine when I jumped off the stoop
Four-five-A-C-P with no foods, if I'm telling the truth
No dungarees, these Amiri jeans cost me a stimulus
Niggas studying me, need a syllabus
Glizzy on me, I just gotta move militant
From the slums, this shit really get treacherous
Really the one, so I gotta stay separate
Really up one, had to cut down the deficit Triple S on, I be really on steppa shit
Comfortable in my skin, I ain't checking in
Won't play the spot if I can't get my weapon in, climb to the top, I ain't settling
Yeah
Sitodaplugg man, y'all know what the fuck going on
Anticipated this life, trifling and I in a sentence together, I'm different I must keep a pipe Spinning we hittin' whoever in sight
No time for women, I hit em & send em to all my young niggas, they get who they like
Yeah, yeah
No time for women, I hit em & send em to all my young niggas, they get who they like
Crimes I committed, I'm still asking God for forgiveness when sinning, I know it ain't right
My windows tinted, I'm sitting in something they wish they could get in, I know that they tight
Spend it on denim, I want it I really could get it, ain't tricking, just give me a price
I anticipated this life, you can't put trifling and I in a sentence together, I'm different I must keep a pipe
Spinning we hittin' whoever in sight
They say I'm tripping for spending
On denim, cause they got rips in them, these really the Mikes
They know my winning percentage like Mike
Really that nigga, I don't need the hype
I can't be slipping, this nose
On my Smith & resemble Scott Pippen, I'm itching to give out a wipe
My nigga sitting in prison, cause these niggas snitching, his sentence still ending with life
Winner percentage I spend with no limit, whatever I want, I could buy
Bought it, I ain't have to try it on, know it's my size, I only wore it one time
Floor it them boys get behind
I ignore when she calling, that whore hit my line
I'm way too important, can't spoil my vibe
It's scorching, we always outside
We don't do talking, you know we on timing
We don't do walking, you know we gon ride
My lil bro on offense like Patrick Mahomes, he keep on throwing, we score on the drive
Got a lil hoe and she bad to the bone, she know the bosses, they all on my side
Took them losses, you know we ain't dwelling on nothing, I throw on my rise visions
Must be cautious in case niggas watching me, keep the glock on me, I'm a commodity
Honestly, honesty still the best policy, quality still over quantity dawg
No time for women, I hit em & send em to all my young niggas, they get who they like
Crimes I committed, I'm still asking God for forgiveness when sinning, I know it ain't right
My windows tinted, I'm sitting in something they wish they could get in, I know that they tight
Spend it on denim, I want it I really could get it, ain't tricking, just give me a price
I anticipated this life, you can't put trifling and I in a sentence together, I'm different I must keep a pipe
Spinning we hittin' whoever in sight
They say I'm tripping for spending
On denim, cause they got rips in them, these really the Mikes
They know my winning percentage like Mike
Really that nigga, I don't need the hype
Tennis chain that's VS2
I got immune all this winning, don't know what to do
Jordan when he had the flu
I'ma shoot for the moon, bet not let me regroup
I was nine when I jumped off the stoop
Four-five-A-C-P with no foods, if I'm telling the truth
No dungarees, these Amiri jeans cost me a stimulus
Niggas studying me, need a syllabus
Glizzy on me, I just gotta move militant
From the slums, this shit really get treacherous
Really the one, so I gotta stay separate
Really up one, had to cut down the deficit Triple S on, I be really on steppa shit
Comfortable in my skin, I ain't checking in
Won't play the spot if I can't get my weapon in, climb to the top, I ain't settling
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Writer(s): Naseem Guest
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