"I Win U Lose" lyrics
I know if I win you lose
I know if I
Uh
I know if I win you lose
Big ocean not by the pool
Big ice, them hoes be drooling
Boy you broke, I don't know who you fooling
On the island somewhere cruising
You somewhere on the couch, just losing
With your bitch and I'm 'bout to bruise it
Swear to god shit getting confusing
Not supposed to be winning, remember
Couldn't sit in the kitchen, remember
I just walked in with all of my members
I just fucked up all of December
And January, and February, and March
I could go on forever, don't let me start
The whip is push to start
My rose gold, and it look like Mars
My women they look like art
Chrome Heart, I ain't got no heart
I'll choke a bitch out like Bart
When I hit from the front go hard
And my bro, he obsessed with the Goyard
Can you look at the house, it's so large
Can you look at the racks it's so large
Told bro can't fit in the Goyard
To be honest, I'm bigger than Mozart
To be honest, I'm bigger than all of these niggas in my city acting lit
But we ain't hearing no hits
Seeing no hits
I'm so true to this shit
And you know I ain't reading a script
Nigga get pitched
In person, nigga begging for change on the gram they be rich
Bagging a bitch
Ion give a fuck it's Riddle baby
And I'm back on my shit
Back in my bag
Cross dressing nigga back in the drag
Play with me on his foot was a tag
Pulling up in a Lamb or a Jag
Got a gun, with a switch in the back
Everything, that you wish that you had
My BM know, I'm a really good dad
These new hoes want a baby so bad
The TNG phase wasn't a fad
'Cause 10 years later, still I'm the man
10 years later, bigger than ever
10 years, and I'm still getting better
I ain't never ever fuck with Berettas
Use glocks 'cause they wear way better
(Brrrr)
Riddle
Draft Day
You know
In the cut turnt up
100 on my wrist
Bitch
Play with them digits
Pop up make you go missing
These rappers is all my children
I was broke now I'm making a killing
Don't talk till you run up a million
Tuck your chain if you walk in the building
Got a deal but my dogs still kill shit
And I swear to God I would just tell 'em to blitz this shit
Nice with the aim he ain't missing shit
Muslim nigga with a Christian bitch
Bouta put her in some Christian kicks
Her favourite thing is a Christmas gift
My favourite thing when she lick the tip
All I wanna do is get rich and rich
Ion wanna take no pics and shit
I know if I win you lose
Big ocean not by the pool
Big ice, them hoes be drooling
Boy you broke, I don't know who you fooling
On the ice somewhere cruising
You somewhere on the couch, just losing
With your bitch and I'm 'bout to bruise it
Swear to god shit getting confusing
Swear to god shit getting confusing
Not supposed to be winning, remember?
I know if I
Uh
I know if I win you lose
Big ocean not by the pool
Big ice, them hoes be drooling
Boy you broke, I don't know who you fooling
On the island somewhere cruising
You somewhere on the couch, just losing
With your bitch and I'm 'bout to bruise it
Swear to god shit getting confusing
Not supposed to be winning, remember
Couldn't sit in the kitchen, remember
I just walked in with all of my members
I just fucked up all of December
And January, and February, and March
I could go on forever, don't let me start
The whip is push to start
My rose gold, and it look like Mars
My women they look like art
Chrome Heart, I ain't got no heart
I'll choke a bitch out like Bart
When I hit from the front go hard
And my bro, he obsessed with the Goyard
Can you look at the house, it's so large
Can you look at the racks it's so large
Told bro can't fit in the Goyard
To be honest, I'm bigger than Mozart
To be honest, I'm bigger than all of these niggas in my city acting lit
But we ain't hearing no hits
Seeing no hits
I'm so true to this shit
And you know I ain't reading a script
Nigga get pitched
In person, nigga begging for change on the gram they be rich
Bagging a bitch
Ion give a fuck it's Riddle baby
And I'm back on my shit
Back in my bag
Cross dressing nigga back in the drag
Play with me on his foot was a tag
Pulling up in a Lamb or a Jag
Got a gun, with a switch in the back
Everything, that you wish that you had
My BM know, I'm a really good dad
These new hoes want a baby so bad
The TNG phase wasn't a fad
'Cause 10 years later, still I'm the man
10 years later, bigger than ever
10 years, and I'm still getting better
I ain't never ever fuck with Berettas
Use glocks 'cause they wear way better
(Brrrr)
Riddle
Draft Day
You know
In the cut turnt up
100 on my wrist
Bitch
Play with them digits
Pop up make you go missing
These rappers is all my children
I was broke now I'm making a killing
Don't talk till you run up a million
Tuck your chain if you walk in the building
Got a deal but my dogs still kill shit
And I swear to God I would just tell 'em to blitz this shit
Nice with the aim he ain't missing shit
Muslim nigga with a Christian bitch
Bouta put her in some Christian kicks
Her favourite thing is a Christmas gift
My favourite thing when she lick the tip
All I wanna do is get rich and rich
Ion wanna take no pics and shit
I know if I win you lose
Big ocean not by the pool
Big ice, them hoes be drooling
Boy you broke, I don't know who you fooling
On the ice somewhere cruising
You somewhere on the couch, just losing
With your bitch and I'm 'bout to bruise it
Swear to god shit getting confusing
Swear to god shit getting confusing
Not supposed to be winning, remember?
