WIN Lyrics

Bitch don't call my phone

The answer no

I started from the bottom with this rap shit

It's only only way to go

Get on tracks and I up it

Don't like the topic of discussion

So baby lets switch gears for a minute

Barely take pics I'm straight living

Caught up in the moment right

Puerto rico awesome nights

Can't speak on that gotta pay the price

And if I could I'd do it twice

Apple pie had to have a Slice

Praise to the most high I'm lovin life

Just checked into jumper school

And it's just me and shim ice

How they gone check for me

How they gone test the Gene

If my knowledge is higher

I see you niggas balling hard but this just wreck for me

Cause I'm way to flyer way to liver

Real soul survivor

You could catch me by myself

Nine times out of ten I don't call for help

I'm locked in fastened belts

Main concern the health and wealth

Always on to the next

You could have the rest

I bet again with the cards I'm dealt

I eat first you could take what's left

Couple scraps for the scrap niggas

With metaphors and calm finesse

They don't really wanna rap with you I get it though

About to run a pick and roll

Twenty four seven I'm solo

Headed to the cup with some different goals

Can't sleep on bro

Man I'm fully woke

I kind of love when the block is vacant

Nobody standing on the block for payments

Money called had to make arrangements

Real bread you could check the statements

We turn heads interactions gracious

We had lunch now she think we datin

A bad bunch got the baddies waiting

Third leg put her in the matrix she out for counts

Looking for a large amount

Man fuck the clout

I be with my homie clout

Rolling doobs all day

Probably go and head down south where the love at

When these bitches stop and stare I know that the gear is right

The money cleared

I just made some bands tonight

Can't have no fear

What it is with this shit

Man it's fight or flight

Locked in real one

My Type it's like

When these bitches stop and stare I know that the gear is right

The money cleared

I just made some bands tonight

Can't have no fear

What it is with this shit

Man it's fight or flight

Locked in real one

My Type it's like

Im a goat in and out the booth and all these racks blue I sound like Hendricks

My fingertips got a different hue I'm counting cash for days

And it's bud that I'm flexing

I roll another one high as heavens

Reign down with the words hope you get the message

I euro step misdirection

Let the hate fly by I'm rarely stressin

I levitate I'm hardly extra too

For lil saint I had to serve the crew

That's matte paint on a new convertible

Wheels roll tide in a crimson type of mood

You niggas can't fuck with me

Not then not now no way in the years to come

This shit is somewhat certainly

Top five with the style can't play when I hear the drum

So go ahead go dumb head nod

Old school you can't fight the funk

And I keep at least three no franchise

Pro move probably go and up for dunks

Here's a gem before I punch the clock

Keep it trill get bread then you leave the spot

It be hard trying to feed the block

cause the niggas by your side want to see you rot

When these bitches stop and stare I know that the gear is right

The money cleared

I just made some bands tonight

Can't have no fear

What it is with this shit

Man it's fight or flight

Locked in real one

My Type it's like