Tee Grizzley - Winning lyrics
Tee Grizzley [Terry Sanchez Wallace Jr] Detroit, Michigan, US 🇺🇸
[Tee Grizzley - Winning lyrics]
Ayy, winning, winning, winning, winning
Winning, winning, winning, winning
You from the trenches, you living
You winning
You wake up and go and get it, you winning
You tryna double your digit's, you winning
You put hot sauce on your chicken
You winning
Ayy, winning, winning, winning, winning
Winning, winning, winning, winning
I'm from the trenches, I'm living
I'm winning
I wake up and go and get it, I'm winning
I'm tryna double my digit's, I'm winning
I put hot sauce on my chicken, I'm winning
I'm from the trenches, I made it
That's crazy, it was so dangerous
But I wasn't scared and I wasn't hating
I was just dreaming, Glock with the laser
Tax on the bag, you know we gon' take it
Then link with the bros
In grandmama's basement see what we made
He play with us
Next time you see him gon' be at his grave
(Bah) dog food, fentanyl
First nigga in the city with a Benz truck
Big dawg (Skrrt, skrrt)
They don't like me on the other side
But I'm still getting money over there
I know they pissed off
I'm so surprised that I'm still alive
I gotta thank God 'cause I was
Outside and bullets was flyin'
And I ain't get hit (Nah)
That's how I know that I'm winning
Winning, winning, winning, winning
Winning, winning, winning, winning
You from the trenches, you living
You winning
You wake up and go and get it, you winning
You tryna double your digit's, you winning
You put hot sauce on your chicken
You winning
Ayy, winning, winning, winning, winning
Winning, winning, winning, winning
I'm from the trenches, I'm living
I'm winning
I wake up and go and get it, I'm winning
I'm tryna double my digit's, I'm winning
I put hot sauce on my chicken, I'm winning
You need some tree, let me tell Blanko
He send that shit to your mailbox
I'm eating chicken, don't fuck with tabasco
You know that I only eat Red Hot (Frank's)
Free all my bros out them cell blocks
(Free 'em)
They coming home, causing hell, God
Get my boy right for a band, thought
Run up on me, you's a dead guy
Bro called, said he need an M
I'm like, "Bro, you ain't never had a ten"
(Damn)
But you my brother, I got you (I got you)
We way beyond locked in (Locked in)
Niggas saying free my lil' nigga (What?)
Them boys ain't never tap in (Not once)
Right now, I ain't buying no jewelry
Corona made me miss too many backends (Damn)
But when this shit open back up
(Open back up) i'm going straight on my run
(I'm going straight on my run)
Hit the ground, running it up (Running it up)
Doing nothing but focusing up on
Winning, winning, winning, winning
(What else?)
Winning (What else?) , winning (What else?)
Winning (What else?) , winning (What else?)
Winning, winning, winning, winning
Winning, winning, winning, winning
You from the trenches, you living
You winning
You wake up and go and get it, you winning
You tryna double your digit's, you winning
You put hot sauce on your chicken
You winning
Ayy, winning, winning, winning, winning
Winning, winning, winning, winning
I'm from the trenches, I'm living
I'm winning
I wake up and go and get it, I'm winning
I'm tryna double my digit's, I'm winning
I put hot sauce on my chicken, I'm winning
I'm from the trenches, I made it
That's crazy, it was so dangerous
But I wasn't scared and I wasn't hating
I was just dreaming, Glock with the laser
Tax on the bag, you know we gon' take it
Then link with the bros
In grandmama's basement see what we made
He play with us
Next time you see him gon' be at his grave
(Bah) dog food, fentanyl
First nigga in the city with a Benz truck
Big dawg (Skrrt, skrrt)
They don't like me on the other side
But I'm still getting money over there
I know they pissed off
I'm so surprised that I'm still alive
I gotta thank God 'cause I was
Outside and bullets was flyin'
And I ain't get hit (Nah)
That's how I know that I'm winning
Winning, winning, winning, winning
Winning, winning, winning, winning
You from the trenches, you living
You winning
You wake up and go and get it, you winning
You tryna double your digit's, you winning
You put hot sauce on your chicken
You winning
Ayy, winning, winning, winning, winning
Winning, winning, winning, winning
I'm from the trenches, I'm living
I'm winning
I wake up and go and get it, I'm winning
I'm tryna double my digit's, I'm winning
I put hot sauce on my chicken, I'm winning
You need some tree, let me tell Blanko
He send that shit to your mailbox
I'm eating chicken, don't fuck with tabasco
You know that I only eat Red Hot (Frank's)
Free all my bros out them cell blocks
(Free 'em)
They coming home, causing hell, God
Get my boy right for a band, thought
Run up on me, you's a dead guy
Bro called, said he need an M
I'm like, "Bro, you ain't never had a ten"
(Damn)
But you my brother, I got you (I got you)
We way beyond locked in (Locked in)
Niggas saying free my lil' nigga (What?)
Them boys ain't never tap in (Not once)
Right now, I ain't buying no jewelry
Corona made me miss too many backends (Damn)
But when this shit open back up
(Open back up) i'm going straight on my run
(I'm going straight on my run)
Hit the ground, running it up (Running it up)
Doing nothing but focusing up on
Winning, winning, winning, winning
(What else?)
Winning (What else?) , winning (What else?)
Winning (What else?) , winning (What else?)
Winning, winning, winning, winning