"Who Won" lyrics
Glatt, glatt
Fuck it tho
Fuck did you think that weapon did?
Fuck did you think that I get weapons—, huh
Fuck did you think that weapon did?
What the fuck you talkin' bout?
Fuck did you get that 'lil weapon from?
Niggas slidin' round the city ridin' round like a marathon
Niggas slidin' round in that farakhan
Hot pill geeked in my cell on that redrum
Which one of you? Like I gotta spare one
Geeked in the sky but I think I fly airborne
Blick in my pants this bih longer then air horn
Introduce your ass like the landlord
I got the Russian band blunt in one hand
Got a Glock in my other hand
Glock in my hand nigga tried to flex on me I buss a lil muscle then
Yeah, Chain Gang I stab him like Russia man
Fuck the lil' bih, fuck the bih do the runnin' man
Different stakes, I'm wit' the mob in the motherland
Slide with the gang on that drill I might never give
Slime magic that bih doin' magic
The bih outta town but she fuck with the accent
I gotta rip her out the plastic
Hang on the drill I break down like Russian
Everybody rollin' everybody got weed in that packet
They dick riding these niggas bitin' off nigga fashion
They hang round the mall tryna see if they lastin'
Dem my lil partners I told them don't trash me
We shootin' them Glocks we knock shit out the bracket
Huh
I ain't tryna sign for no label
I ain't tryna sign for no money
I ain't fuck the bitch a road runner
Gave the hoe respect, she know somethin'
Wanna see who bleed with that new gun
Blood on my new Air force 1
Gun smoke, figure out who won
Fuck did you get that 'lil weapon from?
Niggas slidin' round the city ridin' round like a marathon
Niggas slidin' round in that farakhan
Hot pill geeked in my cell on that redrum
Which one of you? Like I gotta spare one
Geeked in the sky but I think I fly airborne
Blick in my pants this bih longer then air horn
Introduce your ass like the landlord
I got the Russian band blunt in one hand
Got a Glock in my other hand
Glock in my hand nigga tried to flex on me I buss a lil muscle then
Yeah, Chain Gang I stab him like Russia man
Fuck the lil' bih, fuck the bih do the runnin' man
Different stakes, I'm wit' the mob in the motherland
Slide with the gang on that drill I might never give
Slime magic that bih doin' magic
The bih outta town but she fuck with the accent
I gotta rip her out the plastic
Hang on the drill I break down like Russian
Everybody rollin' everybody got weed in that packet
They dick riding these niggas bitin' off nigga fashion
They hang round the mall tryna see if they lastin'
Dem my lil partners I told them don't trash me
We shootin' them Glocks we knock shit out the bracket
I ain't tryna sign for no label
I ain't tryna sign for no money
I ain't fuck the bitch a road runner
Gave the hoe respect, she know somethin'
Wanna see who bleed with that new gun
Blood on my new Air force 1
Gun smoke, figure out who won
Fuck it tho
Fuck did you think that weapon did?
Fuck did you think that I get weapons—, huh
Fuck did you think that weapon did?
What the fuck you talkin' bout?
Fuck did you get that 'lil weapon from?
Niggas slidin' round the city ridin' round like a marathon
Niggas slidin' round in that farakhan
Hot pill geeked in my cell on that redrum
Which one of you? Like I gotta spare one
Geeked in the sky but I think I fly airborne
Blick in my pants this bih longer then air horn
Introduce your ass like the landlord
I got the Russian band blunt in one hand
Got a Glock in my other hand
Glock in my hand nigga tried to flex on me I buss a lil muscle then
Yeah, Chain Gang I stab him like Russia man
Fuck the lil' bih, fuck the bih do the runnin' man
Different stakes, I'm wit' the mob in the motherland
Slide with the gang on that drill I might never give
Slime magic that bih doin' magic
The bih outta town but she fuck with the accent
I gotta rip her out the plastic
Hang on the drill I break down like Russian
Everybody rollin' everybody got weed in that packet
They dick riding these niggas bitin' off nigga fashion
They hang round the mall tryna see if they lastin'
Dem my lil partners I told them don't trash me
We shootin' them Glocks we knock shit out the bracket
Huh
I ain't tryna sign for no label
I ain't tryna sign for no money
I ain't fuck the bitch a road runner
Gave the hoe respect, she know somethin'
Wanna see who bleed with that new gun
Blood on my new Air force 1
Gun smoke, figure out who won
Fuck did you get that 'lil weapon from?
Niggas slidin' round the city ridin' round like a marathon
Niggas slidin' round in that farakhan
Hot pill geeked in my cell on that redrum
Which one of you? Like I gotta spare one
Geeked in the sky but I think I fly airborne
Blick in my pants this bih longer then air horn
Introduce your ass like the landlord
I got the Russian band blunt in one hand
Got a Glock in my other hand
Glock in my hand nigga tried to flex on me I buss a lil muscle then
Yeah, Chain Gang I stab him like Russia man
Fuck the lil' bih, fuck the bih do the runnin' man
Different stakes, I'm wit' the mob in the motherland
Slide with the gang on that drill I might never give
Slime magic that bih doin' magic
The bih outta town but she fuck with the accent
I gotta rip her out the plastic
Hang on the drill I break down like Russian
Everybody rollin' everybody got weed in that packet
They dick riding these niggas bitin' off nigga fashion
They hang round the mall tryna see if they lastin'
Dem my lil partners I told them don't trash me
We shootin' them Glocks we knock shit out the bracket
I ain't tryna sign for no label
I ain't tryna sign for no money
I ain't fuck the bitch a road runner
Gave the hoe respect, she know somethin'
Wanna see who bleed with that new gun
Blood on my new Air force 1
Gun smoke, figure out who won
Writer(s): Murphy McCleery, Alexander Quezada
