Won Lyrics

Don't call me son

Bitch I'm raving and I won

Heisenberg in the clutch

Doesn't matter if you run

Don't say I'm done

When I'm staring at the sun

I'm merely higher elevated than the average Joe bum

John Marston

Arthur Morgan

Eastwood

Spaghetti western in the day of my living

It's understood

Competition can destroy the many

But not quite me

They tried to kill your boy

Unlike Kenny, that's not like me

Nah I won

Bitch I'm conniving to the metric ton

I'm Billy Batson, Sean Astin, the Electric Nun

I'm Walter Hartwell meets the main cartel

Remaining heartfelt, leading with a smile as they drop to a hard hell

Yeah I'm the leader of this shit

New management came straight up from the grit

Don't look down now because I'm passing for inspection

Don't slip up now because it's death for insurrection

Yeah I won

Yeah I won

Yeah I won

I won

Yeah I won

Yeah I won

Yeah I won

Yeah I won

Yeah I won

Yeah I won

Bitch ain't it fun

Ain't it fun

Ain't it fun

Took a gamble in this shit

Turned out it was too fun

Became the best, the best dressed

The only one

The last test

The only asset abreast to cold killers

One degree of distance away from cheek fillers

Don't dare question me, don't dare question me

You're asking for the tea, bitch you get the big D

Don't you dare question me

Bitch I'll throw a temper tantrum

Fuck around and turn your stupid bitch ass to an anthem

Do the math, do the math

Feel my wrath, do the math

Your ass will be on wax

Your ass will be on wax

Do the math, do the math

Feel my wrath, do the math

Bitch I won, bitch I won

And I'll take it to the max, yeah