Shy Glizzy - Winning lyrics
[Shy Glizzy - Winning lyrics]
(Zaytoven) bitch, we motherfuckin' winning
Fuckin' right, GG shit, aw
Smoking out the pound
And I'm loaded with the rounds
My youngin', he a hound
He'll smoke you for an ounce
Don't ask me 'bout them clowns
Don't know what you talkin' 'bout
Real DC, my whole family from the South
They see me out here solo they
Just wanna take a photo
Soon as I say "Yo-Yo
" GG shootin' at your four door
Everyone have bolo take 'em way
Back to the hobo plugin in the Go Go
Spending money on them robos
Real blue hunneds, my guys get to somethin'
They ain't gon' do nothin'
They know I'm gon' shoot somethin'
I never have none
And ain't gon' never stop stuntin'
I can't play the game because I already won
I pray for better days
I don't smoke no purple haze
Put it on her face, I know
I got some fucked up ways
Don't let me get that chopper
Or I might make a mistake
Blocka, blocka, chalk
Ain't nobody gettin' grazed
These niggas looking weak
Always wonderin' "What's the tea?"
They scared to get in the streets
So they'd rather chase a freak
Couple hundred G's on me
Metal detectors goin' "Beep"
Your bitch think I'm looking
Sweet, no, bitch, you know I'm lookin' sweet
When you was being a rapper
I was tryna be Richie Porter
He a real trapper
He gon' have that money for a lawyer
Georgetown with my Hoyas
Know we got that water
Pull up to my block and I'll
Make sure somebody serve you
Smoking out the backwood
Posted in the trenches
Gun squad pull up, and we hoppin' over fences
A nigga play with my niggas
We poppin' them extensions get you ass out
And get the fuck up out my mentions
My niggas got a sentence, but your niggas
They ain't livin'
Yeah, they lost their case
But we're still motherfuckin' winning
It hurt their lil heart to
See a motherfucker winning
I can't see them niggas
They ain't motherfuckin' winning
Fuckin' right, GG shit, aw
Smoking out the pound
And I'm loaded with the rounds
My youngin', he a hound
He'll smoke you for an ounce
Don't ask me 'bout them clowns
Don't know what you talkin' 'bout
Real DC, my whole family from the South
They see me out here solo they
Just wanna take a photo
Soon as I say "Yo-Yo
" GG shootin' at your four door
Everyone have bolo take 'em way
Back to the hobo plugin in the Go Go
Spending money on them robos
Real blue hunneds, my guys get to somethin'
They ain't gon' do nothin'
They know I'm gon' shoot somethin'
I never have none
And ain't gon' never stop stuntin'
I can't play the game because I already won
I pray for better days
I don't smoke no purple haze
Put it on her face, I know
I got some fucked up ways
Don't let me get that chopper
Or I might make a mistake
Blocka, blocka, chalk
Ain't nobody gettin' grazed
These niggas looking weak
Always wonderin' "What's the tea?"
They scared to get in the streets
So they'd rather chase a freak
Couple hundred G's on me
Metal detectors goin' "Beep"
Your bitch think I'm looking
Sweet, no, bitch, you know I'm lookin' sweet
When you was being a rapper
I was tryna be Richie Porter
He a real trapper
He gon' have that money for a lawyer
Georgetown with my Hoyas
Know we got that water
Pull up to my block and I'll
Make sure somebody serve you
Smoking out the backwood
Posted in the trenches
Gun squad pull up, and we hoppin' over fences
A nigga play with my niggas
We poppin' them extensions get you ass out
And get the fuck up out my mentions
My niggas got a sentence, but your niggas
They ain't livin'
Yeah, they lost their case
But we're still motherfuckin' winning
It hurt their lil heart to
See a motherfucker winning
I can't see them niggas
They ain't motherfuckin' winning