[Intro]

(Zaytoven)

Bitch, we motherfuckin' winning

Fuckin' right, GG shit, aw

[Chorus]

Smoking out the backwood, posted in the trenches

Gun squad pull up, and we hoppin' over fences

A nigga play with my niggas, we poppin' them extensions

Get you ass out, and get the fuck up out my mentions

My niggas got a sentence, but your niggas, they ain't livin'

Yeah, they lost their case, but we're still motherfuckin' winning

It hurt their lil heart to see a motherfucker winning

I can't see them niggas, they ain't motherfuckin' winning

[Verse 1]

Smoking out the pound, and I'm loaded with the rounds

My youngin', he a hound, he'll smoke you for an ounce

Don't ask me 'bout them clowns, don't know what you talkin' 'bout

Real D.C., my whole family from the South

They see me out here solo they just wanna take a photo

Soon as I say "Yo-Yo," GG shootin' at your four door

Everyone have bolo take 'em way back to the hobo

Plugin in the Go Go, spending money on them robos

Real blue hunneds, my guys get to somethin'

They ain't gon' do nothin', they know I'm gon' shoot somethin'

I never have none, and ain't gon' never stop stuntin'

I can't play the game because I already won

[Chorus]

Smoking out the backwood, posted in the trenches

Gun squad pull up, and we hoppin' over fences

A nigga play with my niggas, we poppin' them extensions

Get you ass out, and get the fuck up out my mentions

My niggas got a sentence, but your niggas, they ain't livin'

Yeah, they lost their case, but we're still motherfuckin' winning

It hurt their lil heart to see a motherfucker winning

I can't see them niggas, they ain't motherfuckin' winning

[Verse 2]

I pray for better days, I don't smoke no purple haze

Put it on her face, I know, I got some fucked up ways

Don't let me get that chopper, or I might make a mistake

Blocka, blocka, chalk, ain't nobody gettin' grazed

These niggas looking weak, always wonderin' "What's the tea?"

They scared to get in the streets, so they'd rather chase a freak

Couple hundred G's on me, metal detectors goin' "Beep"

Your bitch think I'm looking sweet, no, bitch, you know I'm lookin' sweet

When you was being a rapper, I was tryna be Richie Porter

He a real trapper, he gon' have that money for a lawyer

Georgetown with my Hoyas, know we got that water

Pull up to my block and I'll make sure somebody serve you

[Chorus]

Smoking out the backwood, posted in the trenches

Gun squad pull up, and we hoppin' over fences

A nigga play with my niggas, we poppin' them extensions

Get you ass out, and get the fuck up out my mentions

My niggas got a sentence, but your niggas, they ain't livin'

Yeah, they lost their case, but we're still motherfuckin' winning

It hurt their lil heart to see a motherfucker winning

I can't see them niggas, they ain't motherfuckin' winning