Lyrics Winners Circle - CTB Bino , Veyster
Yop
Veyster
Gang
wit
me
Yeah,
I
ain't
never
seen
no
L,
nigga,
this
the
winner's
circle
Let
him
run
off
with
the
pack,
I
get
it
back
so
it
don't
hurt
me
Throw
him
in
that
water,
kill
his
ass
if
he
surface
These
niggas
see
that
we
the
wave,
that's
why
they
be
tryna
surf
it
I
walk
in
and
shut
that
bitch
down
with
no
discussion
Her
phone
ringin',
I
think
that
he
know
his
bitch
fuckin
It
ain't
nothin'
to
a
nigga
like
me,
cause
I
be
clutchin'
Bro,
just
touch
down
with
the
Za,
I
need
a
wood
so
I
can
stuff
it
I
just
mix
the
shrooms
and
the
percs,
bitch,
I'm
high
as
fuck
"Vey,
why
you
got
the
drac"
Cause
I
was
bein'
nice,
for
what
When
I
pour
up
the
drank,
it
ain't
no
ice
up
in
my
cup
I
ain't
lookin'
for
no
wifey,
bro,
I'm
tryna
find
a
slut
Yeah,
yeah,
yeah,
I
need
it
right
now
Bro,
you
just
got
him
a
Chain
he
in
this
bitch
iced
out
Oh,
you
don't
like
it,
cop
sum
more
and
you
might
bring
the
price
down
You
said
it's
bows
on
the
floor,
nigga
we
gon'
find
out
Invest
in
all
my
killers,
treat
them
boys
like
stocks
and
bonds
Invest
in
her
lil'
body,
new
veneers
and
waiste
line
Hop
out
with
that
Glock
out,
run
em'
down
like
combines
What
you
do
with
dead
opps,
shit,
roll
em'
up
and
face
mine
Ooh,
yop,
this
shit
thrax
Bitch,
I'm
him
who
really
hot
as
me
Shit,
let's
face
the
facts,
Tried
tax
me
on
the
price
Get
it
for
free,
like,
gimme
that
Like
Chris
Jones,
they
only
mentionin'
my
name
when
it's
a
sack,
boy
You
know
I
love
you
bae,
I
do,
but
you
can't
come
before
that
pape
A
stack
addict,
all
this
green
look
like
I
play
for
Michigan
State
Somethin'
like
a
bench
warmer,
you
know
I
ain't
come
to
play
This
ARP,
brown
petite,
but
still
a
clap
like
Coi
Leray
Damn,
I
love
my
drac
so
much,
I
wrote
my
wedding
vows
For
that
bread,
they
go
to
work
or
send
a
hit
while
I'm
out
of
town
You
was
a
hooper
back
in
school,
so
what
the
fuck,
you
a
killer
now
They
make
up
lies
in
every
song,
we
know
you
never
moved
a
pound
Ayy,
brand
new
Glocky,
got
a
30
and
a
beam
attached
Where
the
demons
at?
AMG,
you
not
leavin'
that
Why
you
actin'
hard?
You
don't
even
got
the
jeans
for
that
I'm
not
playin'
with
you
bitches,
tryna
fuck
with
no
strings
attached
Yeah,
bitch,
I
got
my
brothers
with
me
Yeah,
they
bustin'
with
me,
drummy
on
me,
know
I'm
clutchin'
50
Shootin'
like
I'm
Larry
in
the
warm-ups,
you
not
fuckin'
with
me
I
don't
fuck
with
smitties,
only
Glockies
if
you
comin'
with
me
Pussy
boy,
come
slide
if
you
want
me,
you
gon'
have
to
get
me
I
done
slid
with
every
Glock,
I'm
with
sliders,
we
spun
every
block
I
been
trippin'
off
the
Wok,
don't
play
crazy,
boy,
you
might
get
popped
He
trippin'
with
the
chop,
I
popped
a
perk
and
his
ass
got
dropped
Why
the
fuck
you
lyin',
boy,
we
known
for
hittin'
heads
We
slidin'
in
this
whip
so
much,
we
call
that
bitch
a
sled
Can't
pop
no
pills,
this
bitch
off
Molly
in
this
party,
give
me
head
You
want
some
hoes,
I
want
some
money,
I'd
rather
get
this
bread
instead
I
was
listenin'
to
this
money,
I
ain't
hearin'
what
you
said
Nigga
talkin'
on
the
net
at
night,
next
morning,
nigga
dead
I'm
in
the
trenches,
blicks
on
us,
yo
bitch
on
me,
the
ricks
on
me
Cost
about
like
700,
I
don't
beef
with
niggas
I
call
up
head
hunters
We
get
you
dead,
you
said
somethin'
this
bread
comin',
the
feds
on
me
It
jammed
on
you,
won't
jam
on
me
Did
scams
on
me,
no
friends
on
me
I
keep
brothers
with
me
You
head-tuckin',
we
head-bustin',
if
I'm
talkin'
about
bread,
I
stand
on
it
Got
scams,
I
put
your
mans
on
it
Aye
Lohski
I
can't
never
wife
no
bitch
unless
she
plug
me
on
the
oxys
I
just
walked
into
the
function,
we
locked
eyes,
she
gon'
top
me
These
niggas
got
me
skippin'
states,
I'm
hot,
nigga,
not
Bobby
If
I
hit
the
button
on
this
bitch,
I'm
God,
I'm
shootin'
three
I
done
gave
her
a
perky
dick,
I
got
her
wishin'
that
there's
two
of
me
Balenciaga,
triple
S's,
bitch,
these
ain't
no
Yeezys
Every
time
I
walk
away,
this
bitch
know
she
really
need
me
Yeah,
y'all
hit
my
nigga
RJ,
but
y'all
niggas
on
a
TV
They
tried
to
put
me
in
a
box,
I'm
seein'
through
it
like
I'm
Stevie
I
really
let
y'all
niggas
slide,
on
God,
that
y'all's
freebie
On
God,
that
y'all's
freebie
1 No One Like Me
2 Steppas
3 Stepped On My Heart
4 Issues
5 Give It Up
6 Doccy Mafia
7 Hall of Fame
8 What's The Deal?
9 All The Same
10 Hurry Home
11 New Places
12 Pray To My Choppas
13 Flashed Out
14 Clark Kent
15 Look In My Eyes
16 Rich Problems
17 Winners Circle
18 Me Or Me
19 Off The Flo
20 Meta
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