SoBeKnown - WINNINGTEAM

Winning team we never could lose
Poppin' him imma cook you
Fancy Tecs they 'bout big as shit and they gon' make him dance like it's footloose
Flatlining what his pulse do
Choppa Choppa, not a lawn tool
I don't wanna see you out the way, I just wanna see you when you want to
Oh my god I miss it when we steppin' in Margiellas
I could put you in some shoes I could make you my Cinderella
I'd be giving you this paper, I'd be giving you this cheddar
Cause there ain't no other way another person could do better

Yeah this shit get hard sometimes yea I might just hit that roadblock
Don't act like you knowin' me you an NPC walking 'round like a robot
Look at that bag it was store-bought
I be high as fuck sippin' yeah I just pour up
That is a mission explore it like Dora, levelin' up need a nuka cola
Hit up my phone on that Motorola, we was pushin' the pack like a fuckin' stroller
I just put the tip in now that bitch gon holler
No deal for the bitch she gon pay every dollar
Pop my shit for real I be popping that collar
Get out my face you is just some fodder
Seen that bitch she ain't have no father figure
Look at this shit it's the bigger picture
Send me a pic and I told u I miss you
Look at the dough that I spend and I get too
Pockets they fat they fed they fit too
Illustrating all the shit that I did for real for the bitchass boys you gon watch from afar
You gon try to take that fit too, Balenciaga brothers in this bitch we hard
Fuck a deck I'll play my cards
Shit get rough yea shit get hard
Imma Lego bitch yea I play my part
Like let's go gang u was there from the start
San Diego gang u just follow your heart
Put the heat to his head yea he might get charred
Hitting the store put that shit on my card
Bitch I'm the one coming up I'm at large

Imma pop my shit, Imma stay on go
I'm in the front with a badass bitch
You in the back with a regular hoe
You just be stuck in the lobby
And I'm king of this shit yeah, I'm top floor
We just be making our way to the top
After the top, you know I'm wanting more
After the top you know I'm wanting more
She want the whole team you know is a whore
I'm a drop ten on a new two-seater, but the team wanna ride so I need four
Girl got an ass that's way too fat, don't even know if it'll go through the door
Only seventeen but I got a new pad, only seventeen but that bitch wanna tour

Yeah pour me up I get high lil bitch till I can't think
I'm still pouring up, every chance they see me take a pic
Bitch I'm blowing up, and I keep it on me what you think
Yeah it's loaded up
Whatchu think I'm gonna fuck it up
Whatchu think I'm pourin' green up in this double cup
I get you two bitches then come back because I'm one of one
Had to keep my Bruddas on the low if twelve pull-up because they on the run
Because they on the run

Winning team we never could lose
Poppin' him imma cook you
Fancy Tecs they 'bout big as shit and they gon' make him dance like it's footloose
Flatlining what his pulse do
Choppa Choppa, not a lawn tool
I don't wanna see you out the way, I just wanna see you when you want to
Oh my god I miss it when we steppin' in Margiellas
I could put you in some shoes I could make you my Cinderella
I'd be giving you this paper, I'd be giving you this cheddar
Cause there ain't no other way another person could do better

Written by:
Caleb Munoz, Jason Kareem, Julio Cayton, Ruben Munoz

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