Triumphs & Trophies

Lyrics

[Intro: StanWill] (Ooh, shit, that's a Danny G beat) (Danny G on the beat) Let us get the drop, we gon' rob the spot Let us get the drop, we gon' rob the spot (Damn, JakeSand) [Verse 1: StanWill] Let us get the drop, we gon' rob the spot Fire on my waist, but my neck cold as Häagen-Dazs Ain't no squashin' beef, we gon' squash the opps Mirror tint the buffs, ain't no way we seein' eye-to-eye She gon' blow me like a 'Wood 'cause I'm lit Reach for anything, I wish a nigga would in this bitch She an eater, I put wood to her lips If we get the lo' at four, I'm in his hood when it's six [Verse 2: TrDee & BabyTron] Drop fifty on his block just like Shaq, bitch Why the fuck they still sleepin' on me like a mattress? Ballin' on who left me out to dry like a cactus You don't know us, huh? Must live under a rock, Patrick Can you stop hattin'? Spot jump like Josh Jackson I just got a case of yeah, shit, I'm livin' Wocktastic You can't even set the play on me, I'm John Madden I'ma wear this bitch with every 'fit, the Glock fashion Switchin' up drip, but nah, I ain't never switchin' teams [Verse 3: BabyTron] I just poured a six of lean, I'm standin' sleepin', Mr. Bean Stretch the work out, limousine, go and get the Mr Clean Play with us, your block the biggest mystery in history You might turn into a zombie if you touch that triple-beam Hoes synchronizin', divin' in 'em like the swimming team Triumph, trophies, all I want is victory Titi in the pharm', I know she better get a script at least Stuck froze, boy, the zotty turned me to a figurine Shoot it like I'm in the league, more legs than a millipede Think we got 'em pissed off, I'm glad I'm on the Shitty team Why you call yourself a scammer? Never had a gifty ping [Verse 4: StanWill] If the fans keep callin' me the G.O.A.T., might get a farm Ironic we ain't throwin' hands but all my niggas armed Doin' magic with the Visas, told the clerk to pick a card Pull up over here, you dyin', you gon' have to get a charge I'm walkin' into Hutch, finna get a charm Boy, this shit like Mario, banana clips'll spin his car [Verse 5: TrDee] Choke the bitch like she Bart Only 'cause it make her pussy wet just like Noah's Ark Neck wet as hell, shout-out Hutch, got the piece flooded Pop you like a buckle reachin' for it, tryna see somethin' Don't let nobody tell you that you can't be nothin' It ain't long until I'm at the top, TrDee comin' In here poppin' bottles, lightin' 'Woods like we won the 'ship This the third time I seen him in it, he must love that 'fit