WiNNERs CiRCLE Lyrics

L-O on the Beat!, Turn it up!

Yeah, Winner's Circle, nigga, you can't get in

Ayy, this the Winner's Circle, nigga, you can't get in

I Keep my circle small, lil' nigga, you can't fit in

Don't give me no notepad, nigga, I'ma punch in

I ain't tryna hop in your V if I can see right through the tint

I pour a full cup of Wockhardt!

I ain't rockin' Vlone, mix the OFF-White with Chrome Hearts

Yeah, I go crazy when I'm off the drank

Bad bitch pour deuces in her Sprite, she mix it pussy pink

Yeah, Baguetti-etties on her necklace

Had to ice my bitch out, then scratch her off my checklist

Cut her out my circle, she act too much like my ex bitch (watch your fucking mouth)

Finna slide to QT for two cups, I'm tryna pour a six!

Yeah, grab a $1.00 money order, turn it to some bands

My money can't fold, it barely fit up in my pants

I hit the money spread challenge in the club, now I got fans

She eat my dick to Waka Flocka, she gon' do it with no hands

Yeah, she a short redhead and she got ass

I got a school bitch, she still talk to me in class

And if I tell her to do it, she gon' do it, she gon' crash

I'm a superstar, if you wanna win, you better pass

Bitch if you got some manly hands, you better stay away from me

I'ma rock out by myself, I don't need the gang with me

And all my niggas step on shit, but we ain't no fraternity

Check the stats in your city, I bet you already heard of me

Yeah, I really made you the star that you are

I see you started rapping, man, I really hope you make it far

Its sad multiple DJs could relate to my last bar

But I'ma keep inspiring these pussies, I'ma go hard

Play with slime and you gon' fast die

Shit, I mean you die fast

He say he want smoke with me? He fucked up, he know I'ma crash

And L-O on the beat, every song, he gotta add the tag (L-O on the Beat!, Turn it up!)

Ima Keep on applying pressure, man, I ain't playing with nun of you fuck niggas

SDM shit

Street Demand money, nigga

We Going up, this our year

Ayy, this the Winner's Circle, nigga, you can't get in

I Keep my circle small, lil' nigga, you can't fit in

Don't give me no notepad, nigga, I'ma punch in

I ain't tryna hop in your V if I can see right through the tint

I pour a full cup of Wockhardt!

I ain't rockin' Vlone, mix the OFF-White with Chrome Hearts

Yeah, I go crazy when I'm off the drank

Bad bitch pour deuces in her Sprite, she mix it pussy pink