Victory Lap Lyrics

Victory lap

Uh huh, Big Trill up in this bitch

I just be that motherfucker (Let's go)

Uh, uh

I just be that motherfucker (Trill)

Uh, uh (Come on, yeah)

I just be that motherfucker (Go)

I'm up (What?)

I'm on (What?)

I bat (What?)

It's gone (What?)

You niggas is bops, you niggas is flops

You breaking the bank to get views from some bots

I never get jumped 'cause I got the hops

I put it in sport, on god

(Trill shit, never ill shit)

(Nigga, let me set the record straight)

Listen I'm the typa nigga have that on shit on go, bitch

Opp just hit my phone, I think he rambling off the coke, bitch

How you say finna pull up, we was at the show, bitch

I just renegade on beats just like I'm Charli, you a broke bitch

Brodie came with four blicks

He strapped up to blow shit

The goal for 2025 is diamonds for the hoes, bitch

You say that they love you but it's ghosts up in your shows, bitch

How you sound the same in every rap, switch the flow, bitch

G-G-Glitch up on a beat

Man I'm tweaking off the beans

If you pull up, you might catch my nigga sliding SUV's

I-I just hit my nigga Raul, man he still too high off weed

The only way a nigga beat me at the game is if you cheat (Whew, whew)

Show your wallet

It's no money your pocket

I'd be madder than bitch if I bought streams and wasn't popping

Kept my head down like 5 months and I'm still the fucking topic

Bitch ass said he had a diss, well I'll wait for bro to drop it, come on

Victory lap

You tweak, I'm tweaking back

Brodie show them stats

Go bar for bar, you trash

I think God be picking favorites, you should ask him why you wack

A-A-Ain't shit to stand on business buddy, I can't double back

Man who want smoke lil bitch, I'm rolling blizzys

Shook the game up now it's fizzy

If I see your ass again, I'm smacking brodie till he dizzy

I'm Mickey, you a bitch, you Minnie

Smoking what? I'm smoking sticky

All the opps is on my ass

It's a party in my city

Niggas putting on a front, take his ass to party city

I got homegirl in the cut, she use face card cause she pretty

Bro put 5 grams in a blunt, my shit punch, your's itty bitty

They real old and see me stunt, I'm the shit, that's why they pissy

I heard brodie in the clouds but his talent, man it's on the floor

These niggas teasing disses but was silent when we at the show

N-N-Nigga I was honor roll

I could tell you skipping school

It's like 20 fucking niggas that's gon' shoot me but ain't got no pole

(Victory lap)

(You tweak, I'm tweaking back)

(Brodie show them stats)

(Go bar for bar, you trash)

(I think God be picking favorites, you should ask him why you wack)

A-A-Ain't shit to stand on business buddy, I can't double back