Winning

Lyrics

[Intro] (Zaytoven) Bitch, we motherfuckin' winning Fuckin' right, GG shit, aw [Chorus] Smoking out the backwood, posted in the trenches Gun squad pull up, and we hoppin' over fences A nigga play with my niggas, we poppin' them extensions Get you ass out, and get the fuck up out my mentions My niggas got a sentence, but your niggas, they ain't livin' Yeah, they lost their case, but we're still motherfuckin' winning It hurt their lil heart to see a motherfucker winning I can't see them niggas, they ain't motherfuckin' winning [Verse 1] Smoking out the pound, and I'm loaded with the rounds My youngin', he a hound, he'll smoke you for an ounce Don't ask me 'bout them clowns, don't know what you talkin' 'bout Real D.C., my whole family from the South They see me out here solo they just wanna take a photo Soon as I say "Yo-Yo," GG shootin' at your four door Everyone have bolo take 'em way back to the hobo Plugin in the Go Go, spending money on them robos Real blue hunneds, my guys get to somethin' They ain't gon' do nothin', they know I'm gon' shoot somethin' I never have none, and ain't gon' never stop stuntin' I can't play the game because I already won [Chorus] Smoking out the backwood, posted in the trenches Gun squad pull up, and we hoppin' over fences A nigga play with my niggas, we poppin' them extensions Get you ass out, and get the fuck up out my mentions My niggas got a sentence, but your niggas, they ain't livin' Yeah, they lost their case, but we're still motherfuckin' winning It hurt their lil heart to see a motherfucker winning I can't see them niggas, they ain't motherfuckin' winning [Verse 2] I pray for better days, I don't smoke no purple haze Put it on her face, I know, I got some fucked up ways Don't let me get that chopper, or I might make a mistake Blocka, blocka, chalk, ain't nobody gettin' grazed These niggas looking weak, always wonderin' "What's the tea?" They scared to get in the streets, so they'd rather chase a freak Couple hundred G's on me, metal detectors goin' "Beep" Your bitch think I'm looking sweet, no, bitch, you know I'm lookin' sweet When you was being a rapper, I was tryna be Richie Porter He a real trapper, he gon' have that money for a lawyer Georgetown with my Hoyas, know we got that water Pull up to my block and I'll make sure somebody serve you [Chorus] Smoking out the backwood, posted in the trenches Gun squad pull up, and we hoppin' over fences A nigga play with my niggas, we poppin' them extensions Get you ass out, and get the fuck up out my mentions My niggas got a sentence, but your niggas, they ain't livin' Yeah, they lost their case, but we're still motherfuckin' winning It hurt their lil heart to see a motherfucker winning I can't see them niggas, they ain't motherfuckin' winning