Rampage Wood & Nick Bradley - WWIN

Niggas tapped in
Aye
Fresh out the peacoat
We smoking weed that look like seafoam
I need a hijo, to carry on my name when I'm gone
It's bout survival; you eat what you kill and bring home
It's bout progression, from Heinz to gray poupon Dijon
I got a question
Is niggas really fuckin with Wood?
They got aggression
But do these niggas raps be good?
Don't got the answers, we just getting money don't need advances
We executing plans's
Yeah, me and my mans's
I can paint a picture without touching a canvas
I'm Dominique Dawes when we flipping the stanzas
Went George Costanza and balled it Atlanta
Flew out to Cabo to hot box the cabana
I stepped on the track without an arm or a hammer
We not St. Lunatics, but it's still Country the Grammar
Treat the grind like my bitch, so my bitch can't stand her
She can die on that hill, but the bands still ran up
Whale watching In November
Tans all winter
Robe on a nigga like I'm Master Splinter
Eating off the menu, 5 courses for the dinner
Took her to the Penthouse and put exotic in her
Whale watching In November
Tans all winter
Robe on a nigga like I'm Master Splinter
Eating off the menu, 5 courses for the dinner
Took her to the Penthouse and put exotic in her
Aye I been out here
Rapping good enough to get my dick sucked
Could'a bought a Benz, I went 4x4 pickup
I ran in the game like a stickup, the click up
God made man with the dirt that I kicked up
We blowing Backwoods, not swishers
My niggas take chances, not pictures
These verses make scriptures
I can pick you apart, like a casting director
Put you on a wall like an overhead projector
It ain't no niggas like me in my sector
Backstabbers only had the knives cuz they was out working for Vector
I hop on iTunes looking for victims
It's Dave Ward Dawgs the militia
And I'm just yelling "sick em"
This shit I'm on is hereditary, it is not contagious
I can't drive you home after, but I'll drive you crazy
You ain't my only baby, but I'll give you my only baby
I'll buy you a Mercedes, so you won't name her a Mercedes
I was dealt some cards and I played em
Swam with niggas who thought they was sharks, fileted em
And then ate em
Yeah I been out collecting fins lately
Been going strong, make them atone for they sins lately
Ooh
Aye, what you want
My dawgs all like to stunt
And all these UberEATS niggas keep bringing me beef for lunch
It's mister "One Punch", rarified in my air filling my lungs
A gold dragon, I spit flames over the drums
Whale watching In November
Tans all winter
Robe on a nigga like I'm Master Splinter
Eating off the menu, 5 courses for the dinner
Took her to the Penthouse and put exotic in her
Whale watching In November
Tans all winter
Robe on a nigga like I'm Master Splinter
Eating off the menu, 5 courses for the dinner
Took her to the Penthouse and put exotic in her

Written by:
Matthew Holbrook

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