WINNINGTEAM Lyrics

Winning team we never could lose

Poppin' him imma cook you

Fancy Tecs they 'bout big as shit and they gon' make him dance like it's footloose

Flatlining what his pulse do

Choppa Choppa, not a lawn tool

I don't wanna see you out the way, I just wanna see you when you want to

Oh my god I miss it when we steppin' in Margiellas

I could put you in some shoes I could make you my Cinderella

I'd be giving you this paper, I'd be giving you this cheddar

Cause there ain't no other way another person could do better

Yeah this shit get hard sometimes yea I might just hit that roadblock

Don't act like you knowin' me you an NPC walking 'round like a robot

Look at that bag it was store-bought

I be high as fuck sippin' yeah I just pour up

That is a mission explore it like Dora, levelin' up need a nuka cola

Hit up my phone on that Motorola, we was pushin' the pack like a fuckin' stroller

I just put the tip in now that bitch gon holler

No deal for the bitch she gon pay every dollar

Pop my shit for real I be popping that collar

Get out my face you is just some fodder

Seen that bitch she ain't have no father figure

Look at this shit it's the bigger picture

Send me a pic and I told u I miss you

Look at the dough that I spend and I get too

Pockets they fat they fed they fit too

Illustrating all the shit that I did for real for the bitchass boys you gon watch from afar

You gon try to take that fit too, Balenciaga brothers in this bitch we hard

Fuck a deck I'll play my cards

Shit get rough yea shit get hard

Imma Lego bitch yea I play my part

Like let's go gang u was there from the start

San Diego gang u just follow your heart

Put the heat to his head yea he might get charred

Hitting the store put that shit on my card

Bitch I'm the one coming up I'm at large

Imma pop my shit, Imma stay on go

I'm in the front with a badass bitch

You in the back with a regular hoe

You just be stuck in the lobby

And I'm king of this shit yeah, I'm top floor

We just be making our way to the top

After the top, you know I'm wanting more

After the top you know I'm wanting more

She want the whole team you know is a whore

I'm a drop ten on a new two-seater, but the team wanna ride so I need four

Girl got an ass that's way too fat, don't even know if it'll go through the door

Only seventeen but I got a new pad, only seventeen but that bitch wanna tour

Yeah pour me up I get high lil bitch till I can't think

I'm still pouring up, every chance they see me take a pic

Bitch I'm blowing up, and I keep it on me what you think

Yeah it's loaded up

Whatchu think I'm gonna fuck it up

Whatchu think I'm pourin' green up in this double cup

I get you two bitches then come back because I'm one of one

Had to keep my Bruddas on the low if twelve pull-up because they on the run

Because they on the run

Winning team we never could lose

Poppin' him imma cook you

Fancy Tecs they 'bout big as shit and they gon' make him dance like it's footloose

Flatlining what his pulse do

Choppa Choppa, not a lawn tool

I don't wanna see you out the way, I just wanna see you when you want to

Oh my god I miss it when we steppin' in Margiellas

I could put you in some shoes I could make you my Cinderella

I'd be giving you this paper, I'd be giving you this cheddar

Cause there ain't no other way another person could do better