Who Won

Lyrics
[Intro] Glatt, glatt Fuck it tho Fuck did you think that weapon did? Fuck did you think that I get weapons—, huh Fuck did you think that weapon did? What the fuck you talkin' bout? [Chorus] Fuck did you get that 'lil weapon from? Niggas slidin' round the city ridin' round like a marathon Niggas tryin' runnin' in that farakhan Hot pill geeked in my cell on that redrum Yeah nigga one of you got Glock got a spare one? Geeked in the sky but I think I fly airborne Glock in my pants this bih longer then air horn Introduce your ass like the landlord I got the Russian band blunt in one hand Got a Glock in my other hand Glock in my hand nigga tried to flex on me I buss a lil muscle then Yeah, try again I stab him like Russia man Fuck the lil' bih, fuck the bih do the runnin' man Different stakes, I'm wit' the mob in the motherland Slide with the gang on the drill I might never give Slime magic that bih doin' magic The bih outta town but she fuck with the accent I gotta rip her out the plastic Hang on the drill I break down like Russian Everybody rollin' everybody got weed in that packet They dick riding these niggas bitin' off nigga fashion They hang round the mall tryna see if they lastin' Dem my lil partners I told them don't trash me We shootin' them Glocks we knock shit out the bracket [Post-Chorus] Huh I ain't tryna sign for no label I ain't tryna sign for no money I ain't fuck the bitch a road runner Gave the hoe respect, she know somethin' Wanna see who bleed with that new gun Blood on my new Air force 1 Gang smart I figured who won [Chorus] Fuck did you get that 'lil weapon from? Niggas slidin' round the city ridin' round like a marathon Niggas tryin' runnin' in that farakhan Hot pill geeked in my cell on that redrum Yeah nigga one of you got Glock got a spare one? Geeked in the sky but I think I fly airborne Glock in my pants this bih longer then air horn Introduce your ass like the landlord I got the Russian band blunt in one hand Got a Glock in my other hand Glock in my hand nigga tried to flex on me I buss a lil muscle then Yeah, try again I stab him like Russia man Fuck the lil' bih, fuck the bih do the runnin' man Different stakes, I'm wit' the mob in the motherland Slide with the gang on the drill I might never give Slime magic that bih doin' magic The bih outta town but she fuck with the accent I gotta rip her out the plastic Hang on the drill I break down like Russian Everybody rollin' everybody got weed in that packet They dick riding these niggas bitin' off nigga fashion They hang round the mall tryna see if they lastin' Dem my lil partners I told them don't trash me We shootin' them Glocks we knock shit out the bracket [Outro] I ain't tryna sign for no label I ain't tryna sign for no money I ain't fuck the bitch a road runner Gave the hoe respect, she know somethin' Wanna see who bleed with that new gun Blood on my new Air force 1 Gang smart I figured who won
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Credits
- Writers
- Glokk40Spaz
- Kat Lightning