Key Glock - Winning lyrics

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Key Glock - Winning lyrics

[Hook] You losing, we winning I got racks like tennis, my n***a we get it I ain't chasing these b**hes I'm chasing these benji's, hoe get out yo feelings Choppa kick, mortal combat I'm smoking gas, Now my lungs black I'm at the trap where the bombs at Yea I'm at the trap where them guns at You losing, we winning I got racks like tennis, my n***a we get it I ain't chasing these b**hes I'm chasing these benji's, hoe get out yo feelings Choppa kick, mortal combat I'm smoking gas, Now my lungs black I'm at the trap where the bombs at Yea I'm at the trap where them guns at [Verse 1] Hundreds, fifties, twenties All I know is get plenty Got this forty on my waist This ain't no Gucci or a Fendi Bad lil b**h run around like a hemi But I'm still pourin mud and rolling up sticky (Steady rolling up sticky) Hopped up in a foreign, I'm peeling I'm drifting (Hopped up in a foreign, I'm peeling I'm drifting) Find a n***a like me, baby I ain't too many All of my n***as chase checks You can get wet You play with that, Guap All of my n***as tote that Like rubberbands, you can get popped My young n***as crazy They don't give a f** Balling so hard, my team is so clutch We shooting to k** Like Donald boy duck You keep talking down Ima keep running up [Hook] You losing, we winning I got racks like tennis, my n***a we get it I ain't chasing these b**hes I'm chasing these benji's, hoe get out yo feelings Choppa kick, mortal combat I'm smoking gas, Now my lungs black I'm at the trap where the bombs at Yea I'm at the trap where them guns at You losing, we winning I got racks like tennis, my n***a we get it I ain't chasing these b**hes I'm chasing these benji's, hoe get out yo feelings Choppa kick, mortal combat I'm smoking gas, Now my lungs black I'm at the trap where the bombs at Yea I'm at the trap where them guns at [Verse 2] I grind it up from a corn sack You smell that loud, That's that skunk pack This hundred round drum, Ima dump that And my pockets swole, they be pouring fat Yea my money long as giraffe neck We got them choppas like Baghdad Where is that cash, Gotta have that Homie get ya b**h, before I smash that I hit her then quit her, I don't give a f**! (I hit her then quit her, don't give no f**!) I'm not from Milwaukee , I'm just bout the bucks (I ain't from no Milwaukee, b**h all Ima bout them bucks!) These n***as be talking, like they all so tuff (These n***as be talking, like they all so tuff) Until we pull up, then they face freezing up [Hook] You losing, we winning I got racks like tennis, my n***a we get it I ain't chasing these b**hes I'm chasing these benji's, hoe get out yo feelings Choppa kick, mortal combat I'm smoking gas, Now my lungs black I'm at the trap where the bombs at Yea I'm at the trap where them guns at You losing, we winning I got racks like tennis, my n***a we get it I ain't chasing these b**hes I'm chasing these benji's, hoe get out yo feelings Choppa kick, mortal combat I'm smoking gas, Now my lungs black I'm at the trap where the bombs at Yea I'm at the trap where them guns at

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