Lyrics




I ain't into losing, I be winning
Niggas talking this and that but I don't really pay attention
And I don't fuck with weirdos, bitch, I'm on a mission
Riding round smoking loud but I'm keeping my distance
And bitch I keep the tree lit, I'm fucked up off the liquor
I ain't falling for no bitches, hop out and come with us
What you doing Ralphie? Smoking weed, getting lifted
And I'm gone off this drink, I can barely pay attention
People hate, I'm on the move, got my all white Nike shoes
1886 Bitch, I'm on a mission for the moon
I like Levi's and Trues, I like winning, I hate losing
Riding in that whip, smoking gas, listening to music
Niggas talking shit, but never do shit
I'm in my own lane, kicking back, yeah I be booling
Smoking sticky flame to the brain, it got me zooted
I poured the whole eight cause lately I been going through it
I don't think they feel my pain
I'm smoking blunts back to back for my nigga Insane
We getting turnt in the hood and we all going ape
Niggas talking this and that, come say that shit to my face
I ain't into losing, I be winning
Niggas talking this and that but I don't really pay attention
And I don't fuck with weirdos, bitch, I'm on a mission
Riding round smoking loud but I'm keeping my distance
And bitch I keep the tree lit, I'm fucked up off the liquor
I ain't falling for no bitches, hop out and come with us
What you doing Ralphie? Smoking weed, getting lifted
And I'm gone off this drink, I can barely pay attention
Sipping tall cans of brew, aye, aye
I'm sipping tall cans of brew
Pull up smoking with your boo, like damn who would've knew
I been on a money mission, thinking 'bout my next move
I been on my shit lately, stressing, going crazy
Roll a tree up with your lady, I know niggas hate me
All my niggas crazy, free my dawgs up out them cages
Blowing cookie in the wood, yeah I be steady flaming
Homie folded in that jam, he wasn't 'posed to say shit
Fuck the cops cause my people they be tryna take 'em
God blessed me with a fucking angel
And I stay on my grind, and I don't even skate though
I don't think they feel my pain
I'm smoking blunts back to back for my nigga Insane
We getting turnt in the hood and we all going ape
Niggas talking this and that, come say that shit to my face
I ain't into losing, I be winning
Niggas talking this and that but I don't really pay attention
And I don't fuck with weirdos, bitch, I'm on a mission
Riding round smoking loud but I'm keeping my distance
And bitch I keep the tree lit, I'm fucked up off the liquor
I ain't falling for no bitches, hop out and come with us
What you doing Ralphie? Smoking weed, getting lifted
And I'm gone off this drink, I can barely pay attention
Sipping tall cans of brew, aye, aye
I'm sipping tall cans of brew
Pull up smoking with your boo, like damn who would've knew
I been on a money mission, thinking 'bout my next move
I don't think they feel my pain
I'm smoking blunts back to back for my nigga Insane
We getting turnt in the hood and we all going ape
Niggas talking this and that, come say that shit to my face
I ain't into losing, I be winning
Niggas talking this and that but I don't really pay attention
And I don't fuck with weirdos, bitch, I'm on a mission
Riding round smoking loud but I'm keeping my distance
And bitch I keep the tree lit, I'm fucked up off the liquor
I ain't falling for no bitches, hop out and come with us
What you doing Ralphie? Smoking weed, getting lifted
And I'm gone off this drink, I can barely pay attention
Sipping tall cans of brew, aye, aye
I'm sipping tall cans of brew
Pull up smoking with your boo, like damn who would've knew
I been on a money mission, thinking 'bout my next move
Turn up



Writer(s): Robert Lamm Copyright: Spirit Two Music Crescendo



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