Winner Lyrics

Yeah

DJ iZZY iLL

Dwayne Swayze

Yeah

What's up Houston?

No need for introduction

But I'll still introduce him

From days of distribution

I'm what you created

Dwayne Swayze

Look what the block made me

Four's swanging

Candy paint dripping

Trunk banging

Gray tape playing

Conceited, why?

Cause you don't feel my Texas swag?

Cause I walk like a pimp

And keep a white cup in my hand

Air forces, white tee

With a razor crease in my pants

And can supply any high you need

My products high on demand

That purple liquid

The Astros fitted

It says it all

Houston, Texas I'm gone rep this

Until I'm dead and I'm gone

Robert Davis slowed it down and created a culture

So out of respect

We still mix that promethazine with soda

Out of towners come through

And they can't help but respect us

The flows respected in all hoods homie

Not just Texas

But like Altuve and Bregman

I'm still chasing the pennant

But without the major league

Dwayne gone do this independent

The flow can't be touched

Solo album coming soon

Real Name, No Gimmicks

Be on the look for chapter two

I heard a few people hate

Since the flow blew up

I'm inaccessible now

My attitudes tuned up

Dwayne is too much to fathom

They can't comprehend

How I write so much

Without ever using my hands

Never find my fingerprints on number two pencils or pens

But if you're checking for them

Check the steering wheel of the Benz