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 f*ckin
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 f*ck
"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 f*ck, 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 f*ck 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 f*ckin' with me
I don't f*ck 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 f*ck 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
Winners Circle (feat. CTB Bino, Brdwy Ev, Notlxhski & Dreskii) Video (MV)
Performed By: Veyster
Language: English
Length: 3:45
Written by: CTB Bino, Scheme Jr, Not Lohski, Dreskii Four Times, Brdwy Ev
Veyster - Winners Circle (feat. CTB Bino, Brdwy Ev, Notlxhski & Dreskii) Lyrics
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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 f*ckin
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 f*ck
"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 f*ck, 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 f*ck 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 f*ckin' with me
I don't f*ck 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 f*ck 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
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 f*ckin
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 f*ck
"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 f*ck, 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 f*ck 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 f*ckin' with me
I don't f*ck 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 f*ck 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
Writer: CTB Bino, Scheme Jr, Not Lohski, Dreskii Four Times, Brdwy Ev
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid