Rique Chopper - Winning Team Lyrics

Pull up on his block I ain't playing bout my cream
Choppa pop his top turn that man to Mr. Clean
Baby, I be getting fly, damn near bouta grow some wings
I ain't losing mines 'cause I'm always on the winning team
I'm going hard, ball hog I ain't passing it
Rique dropping 30 while you niggas still be practicing
Got yo girl, call her backboard cuz I'm tapping it
All these niggas want my head, I ain't having it
You know that we rock em
Choppa get to popping
Choppa wit a rocket
Put em in a coffin
Pull up and we drop em
Shorty finna pop em
40 in my pocket, we rolling, Steven Hawkins
Choppa get to popping bro, make em see the Holy Ghost
Choppa make em hit them folks, Prolly make em hit the woah
Money coming watch it flow, money coming overload
Money bigger than the hulk
Choppa hit em in the throat
Please don't run up got the stick on me
Choppa get to spraying man this bitch O.P
F*ck trump, f*ck the ops and police
Choppa got the muscle like I feed it protein
Big body truck riding wit the homies
Body too strong bitch they can't hold me
You just know my name but you don't know me
I don't let nun slide like a goalie
Pull up on his block I ain't playing bout my cream
Choppa pop his top turn that man to Mr. Clean
Baby, I be getting fly, damn near bouta grow some wings
I ain't losing mines 'cause I'm always on the winning team