Burna Bandz, J Neat, Why G - Win lyrics

(No way, Hozay)

I'm in it to win (I win)
Put my trust in this Glock, fifth-gen
We gon' keep spin, spin it again
Shawty a ten so I hit it again
Cartier lens, one with the tints
G-36, yeah, it's a fit
You can get hit, knock off your wig
Thank God for my wrist, diamonds they hit
(Bling, bling, blah)
Gang members only, you can't get in
Bad bitches only, you can't get in
Bet I won't miss, better not slip
Bad lil' bitch look like Kim (Kim)
They know we've been slime
Since way back then
(Way back then)
Took the plug down, heard he want my head
(Want my head)
Go ask around, bitch, I'm the man
No time on my hands, just bands
And I'm knee deep in, quicksand
And the opps can't bang (No) , mismatch
If we take it, you ain't gettin' shit back
He survived but he got a shit bag
Switch the Glizz', fully auto, quick fire
(Grrt)
Like, look at they faces, big mad
My opps, they broke, big facts
And I'm back on road, no lack (Doubt)

My opps in it to lose (Losers)
Them lil' niggas get put on the news (CP24)
Compact lil' Uzi, make it ooze (Grrrt)
Glock-30, it's half black, navy blue
(Blue steel)
Bad little bitch, she rude (Mean)
Send lots of nudes (Freak)
Said she fed up, she want set up her dude
(Neat)
I get the bands like Mr. Scrooge (Racks)
You don't step like you don't got no shoes
(Bitch)
Pop out the cut, they confused (Who's that?)
I shoot like Carmelo in Syracuse (Swish)
Gun in my pouch like a kangaroo (Lah)
All this water, think I need a swimsuit
(Splash)
Fly that boy, he will need a parachute (Bah)
I'm drinkin' lean, get your bitch, absolute
(Pour up lean)
Put a box on his head like Crash Bandicoot
(Brick)
I turn your mom into a prostitute (Hooyo)
Boy, you ain't slime, you're a goof (Pussy)
My diamonds they hit, Babe Ruth (Wassi)
When I wipe shit down, it's smooth
(Smoothie)
He froze with his gun, statue (Pussy)
Got nut in her mouth, cashews (Wozzle)
Got cum in her hair, shampoo
(Head & Shoulders)
And I bust more heads than corkscrews
(Champagne)
Gang wiped more nose than tissue (Kleenex)

Yeah-ah
Crodie on the block, all day (Okay, okay)
I was sixteen, shootin' shit in the Lane
(Ah)
We tryna kill, we ain't hittin' no stains
(No stains)
He got flied like he was on plane (On plane)
Yeah-ah, blick on me (On me)
Get a headshot if you droppin' three
Gettin' that money ain't nothin' to me
(Nothin' to me)
Amiri, the pants, I got rips on the jeans
Jump out gang, know I'm hittin' my target
Spin a nigga block, everything get cautioned
(Gettin' cautioned)
I make it dark from all my losses (My losses)
Top plug got up, everything be profit
My bitch bad, she look like Ari (Like Ari)
Won't play games, this shit ain't Atari
Dr. Miami, he got him a body (Got him a body)
He pop Perc's, he ain't poppin' no molly
(No)
Crodie gon' spin
You know I'm right wit' you
(Right there)
I got a Glizzy and it got a switch too (Grrt)
It'll be impossible if I miss you
If I stand on my money, I think I'm 6'2
Now that I'm lit, she say that I miss you
(Uh-uh)
Fuck you, bitch, and I hit your friend too
(Uh-uh)
We thirty'd up
Ridin' 'round in the Lane too
(In the Lane)
You a lil' dog, lil' nigga, you a Shih Tzu
(You a pup)

You a lil' dog, lil' nigga, you a Shih Tzu