Born Winner

[Intro]
Woo, woo (Say, Kash, this beat hard)
This shit already retarded, you hear me, here
Woo, woo (Phew, phew)
I'm high in this bitch, I feel this shit, you know (Phew, phew)
BiC Fizzle

[Verse]
Born winner, I am
Like front a line, I'm him
I'm a risk taker, let's gamble, nigga, like Shaq, meet me at the rim
Before I pop out, grab fire, put all my jewelry on, now I'm trim
These niggas hurt, wouldn't wanna be 'em, play, I'ma shirt 'em, put 'em where they people
Cootie my cousin, I'm rollin' up reefer
Sendin' out shots, I got bullets for creatures
I set it off like Queen Latifah
Don't like to talk, I just up and I squeeze 'em
Sill makin' serves off of candy and peanut, niggas too tough, why they pockets on skimp
Both phones jumpin' out the gym like Kemp
Bad bitch, face card on her like Kim
Bitch, I'm from 8-7-0 like Temper
Go get the dope, pat him down 'fore he enter
Look in my eye, what you get is a sinner
Bring out the table and served the dinner
Catchin' a curve, I'm scrapin' a fender
Fuck what you heard, I'm one of them niggas
Burberry'd down, hop out with my killer
Bro Drac' 'em down, he play in the middle
Woo, I'm pourin' up purple lines
Everything be perfect time
This smoke here hurt your eyes
Boy, watch how you play with slime
Ever seen them rapid fires, bust, they hit niggas every time
Boy medicated while lookin' like wine, in the club, nigga play, niggas keep on dyin'
Hun', no gap, in that foreign and I'm flyin'
All you see is tail lights and ties
She naggin', ain't got no time
Four and I'm rollin' up more while I drive
When he down, all he know is keep his head in the sky 'cause the good days come back around
If the route get slow, I'ma go Fetty Wap, hit the E-way and come back with pounds (Woo)
I was gone, I'm back on the town, now I'm with a drink, I'm buyin' you out
I done sold so many bricks in a month, could've fucked 'round, built me a house
I'm that nigga you wanna be, I'm the one gon' get some clout
She around, she down with the feet, let me fly her to Cali' and run my routes
Still got choppers at auntie house
Helicopters on the block, youngin did somethin' foul
I ain't never had a heart, let 'em loose in the crowd
Get straight to the point, check a nigga background
Put a ho in her place soon as she act out
Fake-ass war story, these niggas be cap
Go and catch you a K, everybody wanna rap
Slide through, you don't duck, everybody get tapped

[Outro]
Woo, woo, woo
Woo, woo, woo, woo