Triumph ft. QU4N Lyrics

Ay

Your bitch want a taste of me

I got extendo clip on my Gen 5, so lil' nigga don't play with me

Just like smack down, got 2 W's running on E

I will prevail, it's nothing to me

I'll be alright, as long as they eat

And I stay on the grind, ain't never get sleep

Just to recap, bitch I'm still that nigga

And my pockets getting fat, they ain't never getting slimmer

And I'ma keep going, I ain't never been a quitter

So come here lil' baby, you fuckin' with a winner

If you fucking with me, then you fucking with V

I left him dead in the streets like an animal

She want a taste of a nigga like a cannibal

And I'm diving in her water, nigga, something like a cannon ball

Aim a red beam right in between his eyes

Now we smoking his pack, put it up in the sky

I'm a cool cat, but I ain't got 9 lives

See all the bullshit, just like I-Spy

I'm wreaking havoc, I'm chilling with savages

Shooting like Mavericks, with them automatics

I pour a 4 of the potion, I'm passionate

I forgot how to rap, so you know that I'm passing it

I pour a 4 in the Sprite, and I got a lil' extra in my system

I swear you can't listen

I was just blowing her out, put my kids on her motherfuckin' face

She went home, and you kissed her

My young niggas stepping, they ready to crash

But won't bust a move without my permission

If you play with the Ties, then you down for a ride

'Cause I keep me a button, this shit get to switchin'

You should go ask your ho how my dick taste

Got baguette this shit hit a big face

We not OVO, Ties keep a big Drac'

I been running this shit on my sick day

She gon' do what I say, let me dictate

Nigga worried 'bout me, is your bitch straight?

When you talking to me nigga sit straight

I can get you, not on for the fix rate

I don't mind sharing food, I got big plate

Off the cup, fuck this shit, I got sick taste

Got my young nigga wanted in 6 states

Got a crib, in the back it's like 6 lakes

Nigga think he the one, but his wife is a ho

And too rich, she been through like 6 states

Swear to God that you never could slime me

This shit I do grimey

Say my rap name the Big Snake, nigga

He said I hit his bitch, I never meant to

And I do the damage, and Quan go and finish you

I'm doing my shit, rapping on an instrumental

And when you meet God, tell him Vons WRLD sent you

I'm popping these niggas, like pop with the mentos

Don't fuck with the gang, we standing on 10 toes

Never let a bitch fuck up my mental

I'm shooting like Poole, when he see the freak hoes

Dunkin' in your ho, just like Vince Carter

And she got it good, but she want it harder

Now your bitch is gone, why bother?

And I put that on my momma