Victory ft. BmanHuncho Lyrics

How the hell we get right here, we makin' history

I know them hoes, they sick as hell, they live in misery

She shakin' ass, we countin pros, see it's a difference see?

See me and all my niggas takin' dubs it's a winning spree

I'm steady getting love, every day it's been a victory

Whoever versin' us, man, they'll never see a victory

AC be the one, I need my bread to where the ceiling meet

I'm steady goin' up, I stay in touch cause I got humble feet

She told me I got wings on my back, they just robin' jeans

Niggas taking everything I got, even robbin genes

But everything I go and do and plot, they can't do like me

And everybody that was sayin' stop, all we seen was green

I told you AC be the one, you couldn't humble me

She knew I was the one, she was mad that she fumbled me

Told her that my name Chase cause all the hoes after me

She from out of town, it's gon' take some gettin' used to me

We good now, I know this ain't where we used to be

California king, watchin' movies, rubbin' on her feet

My bitch, put that shit on, her cosmetics fleet

Freestylin' with the wood, burn the hole in my jeans

I be tryin' to tell all these hoes that I ain't ordinary

She walked in, Prada down, that bitch the Devil

Every time niggas get a check, they wanna fuck it up

Instead of doin' right with it, they wanna come tell us

Cause he never touch pape, this his first time

She gon' give me neck, give me face time

We need some roleplayers, everybody franchise

That's like puttin' Michael Jordan on the front line

Yeah, they looking up AC and B, we the ones you wanna be

She callin' me a D.O.G., I got the gift of G.O.D

She wanna play a petty game, hoe I came from deities

Now don't look crazy when you hear my name, AC overseas

They sayin' AC be the one, yeah, I know you heard of me

I'm walkin' on a different level, these Bikkembergs raisin' my feet

You niggas ain't chasin' no goals, yall rather fantasizin' dreams

You boys ain't walkin' in my step, I'm Jabbawockeez with my feet

I'm Ludacrising in this bitch, the way I'm steppin' on this beat

Remember times getting belittle, now I walk with giant feet

She adore the Y3, got her stuck like siamese

Need so much paper on the floor, I'm layin' in a money sea

They sayin' AC be the one, I make a cult before I leave

I'll inspire all my niggas, ain't no bar they can't reach

See, I be chill in CDG, but I get sleazy in Celine

And I be itchin' for the pape I got in these Miyaki jeans