Winning - Key Glock

You losing, we winning

I got racks like tennis, my nigga we get it

I ain’t chasing these bitches

I’m chasing these benji’s, hoe get out yo feelings

Choppa kick, mortal combat

I’m smoking gas, Now my lungs black

I’m at the trap where the bombs at

Yea I’m at the trap where them guns at

You losing, we winning

I got racks like tennis, my nigga we get it

I ain’t chasing these bitches

I’m chasing these benji’s, hoe get out yo feelings

Choppa kick, mortal combat

I’m smoking gas, Now my lungs black

I’m at the trap where the bombs at

Yea I’m at the trap where them guns at

Hundreds, fifties, twenties

All I know is get plenty

Got this forty on my waist

This ain’t no Gucci or a Fendi

Bad lil bitch run around like a hemi

But I’m still pourin mud and rolling up sticky

(Steady rolling up sticky)

Hopped up in a foreign, I’m peeling I’m drifting

(Hopped up in a foreign, I’m peeling I’m drifting)

Find a nigga like me, baby I ain’t too many

All of my niggas chase checks

You can get wet

You play with that, Guap

All of my niggas tote that

Like rubberbands, you can get popped

My young niggas crazy

They don’t give a fuck

Balling so hard, my team is so clutch

We shooting to kill

Like Donald boy duck

You keep talking down

Ima keep running up

You losing, we winning

I got racks like tennis, my nigga we get it

I ain’t chasing these bitches

I’m chasing these benji’s, hoe get out yo feelings

Choppa kick, mortal combat

I’m smoking gas, Now my lungs black

I’m at the trap where the bombs at

Yea I’m at the trap where them guns at

You losing, we winning

I got racks like tennis, my nigga we get it

I ain’t chasing these bitches

I’m chasing these benji’s, hoe get out yo feelings

Choppa kick, mortal combat

I’m smoking gas, Now my lungs black

I’m at the trap where the bombs at

Yea I’m at the trap where them guns at

I grind it up from a corn sack

You smell that loud, That’s that skunk pack

This hundred round drum, Ima dump that

And my pockets swole, they be pouring fat

Yea my money long as giraffe neck

We got them choppas like Baghdad

Where is that cash, Gotta have that

Homie get ya bitch, before I smash that

I hit her then quit her, I don’t give a fuck!

(I hit her then quit her, don’t give no fuck!)

I’m not from Milwaukee, I’m just bout the bucks

(I ain’t from no Milwaukee, bitch all Ima bout them bucks!)

These niggas be talking, like they all so tuff

(These niggas be talking, like they all so tuff)

Until we pull up, then they face freezing up

(Turn they ass to a ghost)

You losing, we winning

I got racks like tennis, my nigga we get it

I ain’t chasing these bitches

I’m chasing these benji’s, hoe get out yo feelings

Choppa kick, mortal combat

I’m smoking gas, Now my lungs black

I’m at the trap where the bombs at

Yea I’m at the trap where them guns at

You losing, we winning

I got racks like tennis, my nigga we get it

I ain’t chasing these bitches

I’m chasing these benji’s, hoe get out yo feelings

Choppa kick, mortal combat

I’m smoking gas, Now my lungs black

I’m at the trap where the bombs at

Yea I’m at the trap where them guns at