Win Lyrics

I'm on the block hit a shot ima win

Pray up to god all my thoughts filled with sin

Riding with Glock I don't ride with FN

Smoking exotic I'm not trying to fit in

She want a star so I told her get in

I got a knot when my pockets was thin

Just made a ten off a Percocet ten

Sliding in a Benz, sliming his friends

Shoot as his mans, do it again

I want a lot I can't stop ima win

He with the ops dropping salt from they hand

I'm on the top living large Himalayan

This shit was hard I got scars in the making

I did him wrong I get gone I betray em

Yea, yea

I did him wrong I get gone I betray em

I call this shit spaceship cause I get real high

Codeine take a sip fall right out the sky

I ain't telling no lie, only lie when I slime

Hide my face in the day serve a jay in the night

Know trap keep a drake but he not a blue jay

An I am two faced so they call me a snake

But on my brother I would never change

But from my brother I wouldn't never take a thing

As soon as these niggas tell that chopper sing

I feel like Ola, Runtz all in my jeans

He need a donor popped him in the spleen

Put marijuana in a Russian cream

Smoking on Runtz, clip with a hundred

You is not one, you with the other

Im with my brother, make that two hundred

All of a sudden, I got all the money

I got the money they trying to put me under

Hit her first day so I don't really want her

Walk on the beat got me feeling like Gunna

Come take you a seat yea I'm strapped when I'm performing

I keep it on me I think about my patna

She tryna follow she like the persona

Riding with thugs just like it was Havana

Don't trust a hoe give them racks to my mama

She let me hit it I told her it is a honor

I keep a bag I look just like a farmer

Riding with apes and them snakes and piranhas

I don't feel safe I ain't trying face my karma

Sliding with drakes hope that boy got some armor

I'm on the block hit a shot ima win

Pray up to god all my thoughts filled with sin

Riding with Glock I don't ride with FN

Smoking exotic I'm not trying to fit in

She want a star so I told her get in

I got a knot when my pockets was thin

Just made a ten off a Percocet ten

Sliding in a Benz, sliming his friends

Shoot as his mans, do it again

I want a lot I can't stop ima win

He with the ops dropping salt from they hand

I'm on the top living large Himalayan

This shit was hard I got scars in the making

I did him wrong I get gone I betray em

Yea, yea

I did him wrong I get gone I betray em