Always Winnin’

Just woke up got the bowl ready
Fucking on that bitch Betty
Throwin’ money like confetti
All my shooters ready
Now we up to somethin’
Now we in the studio, bumpin’
Fuckin’ on your bitch ain’t that somethin’
Back to my crib, son
Eat the food with the fuckin’ bib
Just a little kid tryna get that fuckin’ cash
Never coming in fucking last
I’m up in first
Got the Louis belt and I got the new fuckin’ burst
All these rappers think they’re cursed
Pull up in the truck
Shoot you and your fuckin’ strut
Call it bad luck
Yeah I’m rockin’ that fuckin’ Huf
All these ladies callin’ me buff
Your boy is scared cause he think I’m too fucking tough
Think he’s had enough
Pass the fucking blunt, take another fuckin’ puff
No I’m not below, I’m fuckin’ above
I don’t fuckin’ push, all I do is fucking shove
Get up in my face and you gon’ fall in love
Never caught a case, I’m winnin’ the fucking race
Bitch givin’ me face
My weed is fuckin’ laced
Grew up in the hood, strivin’ for that fucking money
Most of these rappers think that process is funny
Now look at me chillin’ in my fuckin’ mansion
30k up for fuckin’ ransom
My bitch callin’ me handsome