#Winners! Lyrics

Uh, uhhh

Uh, uhhh

Uh, uhhh

Uh, uhhh

Hey, hey

With 17, yeah, we some winners

Dat AR hit em, in his liver (In his liver)

They copy me, yeah, they my children

They sneaky talking, Im just chilling

(You know that I be chilling)

Tryna runnup, and you'll go missing

(Vroom, vroom)

Im stacking da guap to the ceiling

(To the ceiling)

He think he a hero, you kno ima villain

(Kno ima villain)

Uh, My niggas loose screws, you kno they be drilling (Know that they be drilling)

Uh, they really be pussy, they won't pop out

(They won't popout)

Uh, me and tayskiiii, we bring dem glocks out

He say he want smoke, better shoot yo shot now

Uh, I feel like Mike Tyson, knock yo lights out

(Knock yo lights out)

Uh, they really be pussy, they won't popout

(You know that they won't popout)

Uh, me and tayskiiii, we bring dem glocks out

I don't feel a thing

I'm whippin, switching lanes

Got demons in my brain

Got diamonds on my chain

I would never change

Niggas fake, they change

I'm staying in my lane

(Hey hey)

With 17, yeah, we some winners

Dat AR hit em, in his liver (In his liver)

They copy me, yeah, they my children

(They sneaky talking, Im just chilling)