RWAW

[Intro]
Look
This some real Tenth Ward shit right here (No cap)
That's the vibe I'm feeling (Yes, we back)
Right
It's Gotti
Look, look

[Verse 1]
You can blame it on the trapping
This ain't all from music, you can't blame it on the rapping
I got in my bag, ran 'em up, now I'm the captain
We was in the trenches posted up like we was camping
Now we up, we be in mansions
We walk through the club, bitches see us, they be gasping
If you get a fraction of my funds, then you tapped in
I feel like the Wolf of Wall Street the way I'm taxing
Six figure deals, we just shot another movie
Groupie bitches on my heels, niggas goofies on that opp shit
You be looking for me, I'm day trading, buying options
Put a price up on you, shooters bidding like an auction
You can never be too cautious
You'll be getting whacked and I'll be sitting in my office
Drippin' in my COS fit
Wrist and neck on frostbit
All we do is raw shit
All we talk is boss shit

[Chorus]
Roll with a winner, you will do better
I told her if she knew better, she'd do better
We tryna get an M, tell me who better
We made it out the trap, we was too clever
Roll with a winner, you will do better
I told her if she knew better, she'd do better
We tryna get an M, tell me who better
We made it out the trap, we was too clever

[Verse 2]
A lot of bosses in your presence, bitch, so what's happening?
Some good fellas that done did a lot of shit that you imagined
They say you done lost 'em on your phone 'cause you be taxing
I seen you in the tank full of hate, wish they recorded your reaction
The right price'll grant the right satisfaction
A mermaid on the blade looking to flip a Sebastian (Say that then)
Clocking dollars in these 'Lenciagas
Have you ever had chocha from a bad Mexicana?

[Verse 3]
All these corners I bent
All this time I spent
In these streets when you sleep, I be sliding with tint
These hoes always tryna call when it's time for rent
But topsy turvy on you birdies, hit my line, you spent
Yeah, we made it out the trap, long flights, take a nap
You be hating with the bitch, but her face in my lap
Tapped in with the best, young nigga stay fresh
More stripes then a ref, fuck you mean? Bitch, I'm blessed

[Chorus]
Roll with a winner, you will do better
I told her if she knew better, she'd do better
We tryna get an M, tell me who better
We made it out the trap, we was too clever
Roll with a winner, you will do better
I told her if she knew better, she'd do better
We tryna get an M, tell me who better
We made it out the trap, we was too clever