Winning
(专辑: Glock Season - 2017)
You losing, we winning I
got racks like tennis, my nigga we get it I
ain't chasing these bitches I'm chasing these benji's, hoe get out yo feelings Choppa kick, mortal combat I'm smoking gas, Now my lungs black I'm at the
trap where the
bombs at Yea I'm at the
trap where them guns at You losing, we winning I
got racks like tennis, my nigga we get it I
ain't chasing these bitches I'm chasing these benji's, hoe get out yo feelings Choppa kick, mortal combat I'm smoking gas, Now my lungs black I'm at the
trap where the
bombs at Yea I'm at the
trap where them guns at Hundreds, fifties, twenties All I
know is get plenty Got this forty on my waist This ain't no Gucci or a
Fendi Bad lil bitch run around like a
hemi But I'm still pourin mud and rolling up sticky (Steady rolling up sticky) Hopped up in a
foreign, I'm peeling I'm drifting (Hopped up in a
foreign, I'm peeling I'm drifting) Find a
nigga like me, baby I
ain't too many All of my niggas chase checks You can get wet You play with that, Guap All of my niggas tote that Like rubberbands, you can get popped My young niggas crazy They don't give a
fuck Balling so hard, my team is so clutch We shooting to kill Like Donald boy duck You keep talking down Ima keep running up You losing, we winning I
got racks like tennis, my nigga we get it I
ain't chasing these bitches I'm chasing these benji's, hoe get out yo feelings Choppa kick, mortal combat I'm smoking gas, Now my lungs black I'm at the
trap where the
bombs at Yea I'm at the
trap where them guns at You losing, we winning I
got racks like tennis, my nigga we get it I
ain't chasing these bitches I'm chasing these benji's, hoe get out yo feelings Choppa kick, mortal combat I'm smoking gas, Now my lungs black I'm at the
trap where the
bombs at Yea I'm at the
trap where them guns at I
grind it up from a
corn sack You smell that loud, That's that skunk pack This hundred round drum, Ima dump that And my pockets swole, they be pouring fat Yea my money long as giraffe neck We got them choppas like Baghdad Where is that cash, Gotta have that Homie get ya bitch, before I
smash that I
hit her then quit her, I
don't give a
fuck! (I hit her then quit her, don't give no fuck!) I'm not from Milwaukee, I'm just bout the
bucks (I ain't from no Milwaukee, bitch all Ima bout them bucks!) These niggas be talking, like they all so tuff (These niggas be talking, like they all so tuff) Until we pull up, then they face freezing up (Turn they ass to a
ghost) You losing, we winning I
got racks like tennis, my nigga we get it I
ain't chasing these bitches I'm chasing these benji's, hoe get out yo feelings Choppa kick, mortal combat I'm smoking gas, Now my lungs black I'm at the
trap where the
bombs at Yea I'm at the
trap where them guns at You losing, we winning I
got racks like tennis, my nigga we get it I
ain't chasing these bitches I'm chasing these benji's, hoe get out yo feelings Choppa kick, mortal combat I'm smoking gas, Now my lungs black I'm at the
trap where the
bombs at Yea I'm at the
trap where them guns at