Winners Circle ft. CTB Bino, Brdwy Ev, Notlxhski & Dreskii Lyrics

Yop

Veyster

Gang wit me

Yeah, I ain't never seen no L, nigga, this the winner's circle

Let him run off with the pack, I get it back so it don't hurt me

Throw him in that water, kill his ass if he surface

These niggas see that we the wave, that's why they be tryna surf it

I walk in and shut that bitch down with no discussion

Her phone ringin', I think that he know his bitch fuckin

It ain't nothin' to a nigga like me, cause I be clutchin'

Bro, just touch down with the Za, I need a wood so I can stuff it

I just mix the shrooms and the percs, bitch, I'm high as fuck

"Vey, why you got the drac"

Cause I was bein' nice, for what

When I pour up the drank, it ain't no ice up in my cup

I ain't lookin' for no wifey, bro, I'm tryna find a slut

Yeah, yeah, yeah, I need it right now

Bro, you just got him a Chain he in this bitch iced out

Oh, you don't like it, cop sum more and you might bring the price down

You said it's bows on the floor, nigga we gon' find out

Invest in all my killers, treat them boys like stocks and bonds

Invest in her lil' body, new veneers and waiste line

Hop out with that Glock out, run em' down like combines

What you do with dead opps, shit, roll em' up and face mine

Ooh, yop, this shit thrax

Bitch, I'm him who really hot as me

Shit, let's face the facts,

Tried tax me on the price

Get it for free, like, gimme that

Like Chris Jones, they only mentionin' my name when it's a sack, boy

You know I love you bae, I do, but you can't come before that pape

A stack addict, all this green look like I play for Michigan State

Somethin' like a bench warmer, you know I ain't come to play

This ARP, brown petite, but still a clap like Coi Leray

Damn, I love my drac so much, I wrote my wedding vows

For that bread, they go to work or send a hit while I'm out of town

You was a hooper back in school, so what the fuck, you a killer now

They make up lies in every song, we know you never moved a pound

Ayy, brand new Glocky, got a 30 and a beam attached

Where the demons at?

AMG, you not leavin' that

Why you actin' hard? You don't even got the jeans for that

I'm not playin' with you bitches, tryna fuck with no strings attached

Yeah, bitch, I got my brothers with me

Yeah, they bustin' with me, drummy on me, know I'm clutchin' 50

Shootin' like I'm Larry in the warm-ups, you not fuckin' with me

I don't fuck with smitties, only Glockies if you comin' with me

Pussy boy, come slide if you want me, you gon' have to get me

I done slid with every Glock, I'm with sliders, we spun every block

I been trippin' off the Wok, don't play crazy, boy, you might get popped

He trippin' with the chop, I popped a perk and his ass got dropped

Why the fuck you lyin', boy, we known for hittin' heads

We slidin' in this whip so much, we call that bitch a sled

Can't pop no pills, this bitch off Molly in this party, give me head

You want some hoes, I want some money, I'd rather get this bread instead

I was listenin' to this money, I ain't hearin' what you said

Nigga talkin' on the net at night, next morning, nigga dead

I'm in the trenches, blicks on us, yo bitch on me, the ricks on me

Cost about like 700, I don't beef with niggas

I call up head hunters

We get you dead, you said somethin' this bread comin', the feds on me

It jammed on you, won't jam on me

Did scams on me, no friends on me

I keep brothers with me

You head-tuckin', we head-bustin', if I'm talkin' about bread, I stand on it

Got scams, I put your mans on it

Aye Lohski

I can't never wife no bitch unless she plug me on the oxys

I just walked into the function, we locked eyes, she gon' top me

These niggas got me skippin' states, I'm hot, nigga, not Bobby

If I hit the button on this bitch, I'm God, I'm shootin' three

I done gave her a perky dick, I got her wishin' that there's two of me

Balenciaga, triple S's, bitch, these ain't no Yeezys

Every time I walk away, this bitch know she really need me

Yeah, y'all hit my nigga RJ, but y'all niggas on a TV

They tried to put me in a box, I'm seein' through it like I'm Stevie

I really let y'all niggas slide, on God, that y'all's freebie

On God, that y'all's freebie