"Win The Fyte" lyrics
On gang, on gang, on gang
Hold on, lemme get—
Lemme get right
I can't even, handle this bih' right
I'ma slide on express, better sit tight
I spend racks on my drip it just look like
It might mix with that shit, it don't look right
You can look right, better not look wrong
If yo' bitch look this way she get took home
I be tryna see which way to put the drip on
Textin' my phone, I hope she scam you
Pop out in trips, it's random
Nigga get spinned, we don't spare none
Secondary blick, this a spare gun
Shoppin' out the zip, not heroin
You a pink slip, you don't know nun'
Push up with the za, I'm tryna blow one
They gon' hit ya' spot, it's a door run
You spooked in the hood, it ain't no fun
Imaginary opps, imaginary opps connectin', be hidin'
Might pick yo' lock and see what's inside it
Too many spots, you can't see what's inside it
If I like it we see how it's drivin'
Better not wig, my partner 'nem thrivin'
I just spent 10 on a fit, get drippy
Mix the drank with the drugs and I get lifted
Lil' twin think he gunman, he feel like he gifted
Plug gon' front me, they know I'ma re-flip it
I can't whip in manual, couldn't shift it
Thick hoe got surgery 'cause her ass ain't [?]
Nigga walk 'round wit' his hand out, he trippin'
Uh, I'm tryna spin with the blam
You don't know what you gettin' into, you just movin' 'round
Havin' loud, ain't havin' no mid
Ain't no sound in the trench, you ain't hear shit
You ain't trench you don't know 'bout a Ripstik
Flamethrower a torch
Plays push up to that porch
Nigga hear shots like the 4th
Nigga think he at a resort
Take that boy off, that's extortion
Hood be hot, it's scorched
Whip start up, it's already in sport
Nigga ass spooked, he too alert
You don't know what to do, you chew a perc
Same pants but I buy a newer shirt
You think I'm spooked, is you sure?
Pop out wit' new, I just made
This ain't no regular Coolaid
Anytime I bet it's a blue face
Got green shit Shrek and some blue face
And the dice game scram gon' come wit' me
I just put the drip right on my skin
Tat artist write on my skin
Make the opp tell on his mans
I just pop out, you don't know my plans
They want a [?] I'm finna turn the bitch in
Drippin' in different designer brands
Soon as I make the lil' 10 I spent it
Finesse you out yo' shit, I was too tempted
I walk like Shamo with the stick, I'm limpin'
Hold on, lemme get—
Lemme get right
I can't even, handle this bih' right
I'ma slide on express, better sit tight
I spend racks on my drip it just look like
It might mix with that shit, it don't look right
You can look right, better not look wrong
If yo' bitch look this way she get took home
I be tryna see which way to put the drip on
Textin' my phone, I hope she scam you
Pop out in trips, it's random
Nigga get spinned, we don't spare none
Secondary blick, this a spare gun
Shoppin' out the zip, not heroin
You a pink slip, you don't know nun'
Push up with the za, I'm tryna blow one
They gon' hit ya' spot, it's a door run
You spooked in the hood, it ain't no fun
Imaginary opps, imaginary opps connectin', be hidin'
Might pick yo' lock and see what's inside it
Too many spots, you can't see what's inside it
If I like it we see how it's drivin'
Better not wig, my partner 'nem thrivin'
I just spent 10 on a fit, get drippy
Mix the drank with the drugs and I get lifted
Lil' twin think he gunman, he feel like he gifted
Plug gon' front me, they know I'ma re-flip it
I can't whip in manual, couldn't shift it
Thick hoe got surgery 'cause her ass ain't [?]
Nigga walk 'round wit' his hand out, he trippin'
Uh, I'm tryna spin with the blam
You don't know what you gettin' into, you just movin' 'round
Havin' loud, ain't havin' no mid
Ain't no sound in the trench, you ain't hear shit
You ain't trench you don't know 'bout a Ripstik
Flamethrower a torch
Plays push up to that porch
Nigga hear shots like the 4th
Nigga think he at a resort
Take that boy off, that's extortion
Hood be hot, it's scorched
Whip start up, it's already in sport
Nigga ass spooked, he too alert
You don't know what to do, you chew a perc
Same pants but I buy a newer shirt
You think I'm spooked, is you sure?
Pop out wit' new, I just made
This ain't no regular Coolaid
Anytime I bet it's a blue face
Got green shit Shrek and some blue face
And the dice game scram gon' come wit' me
I just put the drip right on my skin
Tat artist write on my skin
Make the opp tell on his mans
I just pop out, you don't know my plans
They want a [?] I'm finna turn the bitch in
Drippin' in different designer brands
Soon as I make the lil' 10 I spent it
Finesse you out yo' shit, I was too tempted
I walk like Shamo with the stick, I'm limpin'
