(We did not come this far, just to break down and lose now)
(Ima winner, I'm going to win)
(We love you sinserely)
Bitch I didn't lose, bitch you left
Down bad by myself, f*ck that shit don't need no help
Technically you left me bitch, you might as well go step
Huh, my main mans on the left, got that stick on the right
Huh, break in, in the night, creep down walk him with my pipe
Huh, got him in my sight, shoot his head knock out his lights
Huh, yea, MJ walking niggas moving backwards
Dirty ass stick rock out ima bastard
Pop me a x everything faster
Don't get on your knees go pray to your pastor
And she wish it could last a lil longer
Glock in my draws she think it's a boner
F*ck no bitch ion want your number
Come here bitch I want your momma
Like a hogtie, tie him up and put a young nigga inside of trunk
Shoot her inside of stomach her get stomach tucked
Like a lottery how we ran it up
Bitch I'm up now, but I might as well go and stay down
Bitch I'm traumatized by them gun sounds
Everybody round' me some bloodhounds
Bitch I got twelve ounces of that shit, pour it in my cup then I take a sip
Nigga take his shit make him skinny dip
Make another noise bullet in your lip
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(We did not come this far, just to break down and lose now)
(Ima winner, I'm going to win)
(We love you sinserely)
Bitch I didn't lose, bitch you left
Down bad by myself, f*ck that shit don't need no help
Technically you left me bitch, you might as well go step
Huh, my main mans on the left, got that stick on the right
Huh, break in, in the night, creep down walk him with my pipe
Huh, got him in my sight, shoot his head knock out his lights
Huh, yea, MJ walking niggas moving backwards
Dirty ass stick rock out ima bastard
Pop me a x everything faster
Don't get on your knees go pray to your pastor
And she wish it could last a lil longer
Glock in my draws she think it's a boner
F*ck no bitch ion want your number
Come here bitch I want your momma
Like a hogtie, tie him up and put a young nigga inside of trunk
Shoot her inside of stomach her get stomach tucked
Like a lottery how we ran it up
Bitch I'm up now, but I might as well go and stay down
Bitch I'm traumatized by them gun sounds
Everybody round' me some bloodhounds
Bitch I got twelve ounces of that shit, pour it in my cup then I take a sip
Nigga take his shit make him skinny dip
Make another noise bullet in your lip
(Ima winner, I'm going to win)
(We love you sinserely)
Bitch I didn't lose, bitch you left
Down bad by myself, f*ck that shit don't need no help
Technically you left me bitch, you might as well go step
Huh, my main mans on the left, got that stick on the right
Huh, break in, in the night, creep down walk him with my pipe
Huh, got him in my sight, shoot his head knock out his lights
Huh, yea, MJ walking niggas moving backwards
Dirty ass stick rock out ima bastard
Pop me a x everything faster
Don't get on your knees go pray to your pastor
And she wish it could last a lil longer
Glock in my draws she think it's a boner
F*ck no bitch ion want your number
Come here bitch I want your momma
Like a hogtie, tie him up and put a young nigga inside of trunk
Shoot her inside of stomach her get stomach tucked
Like a lottery how we ran it up
Bitch I'm up now, but I might as well go and stay down
Bitch I'm traumatized by them gun sounds
Everybody round' me some bloodhounds
Bitch I got twelve ounces of that shit, pour it in my cup then I take a sip
Nigga take his shit make him skinny dip
Make another noise bullet in your lip
Writer: Jyssahn Nance
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid