Winnin’

[Verse 1: WillCallerosYT]
From the streets to the stage, we bring the heat, no doubt
Gotta watch your back, 'cause the opps always lurkin' about
Movin' in silence, we move like a shadow in the night
Stay strapped, ready to blast, we ain't afraid to fight
Drillin' through the beats, we bring the raw and the gritty
Every bar hits hard, leave 'em shook in the city
We rep the block, the hood, where the struggle is real
Survival of the fittest, we grindin' for the deal
No time for fakеs, we stay true to the gamе
Stackin' up the racks, hustlin' for the fame
Through the pain and the struggle, we rise to the top
Drill music in our veins, we can never be stopped

[Chorus: WillCallerosYT & Big Ant Dog]
Drill music, drill music, drill music (Ah, ha)
Drill music, drill music, drill music (Hee)
Drill music, drill music, drill music (What?, woo)

[Verse 2: Big Ant Dog]
From the streets I run it
She hop on the dick like a bunny
Shoot at the opp, he think he funny
Shoot at the opp, he think he funny
She suckin' me up, bust it in her tummy
Bustin' it in her tummy
Free YSL, I think my nose is runny
I think my nose is runny, on some slime shit
She just wanna show her tit
She suckin' my dick, she suckin' my dick (Yeah, yeah)
Feelin' victorious like the Warriors
Fuck your story bitch, fuck your story bitch (Uh)
Fuck your story bitch, just suck on my dick
I don't give a fuckin' shit
I don't give a fuckin' shit
Yeah, yeah, bitch, I'm gettin' lit
I'm with the shits, my money do a split
Flexin' on your bitch

[Outro: Big Ant Dog]
Yeah, yeah