Winnin’ Team

By TrDee

On Trapped In My Bag 2

Released on May 20, 2022

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[Intro]

(Why don't they just kill it?)

(Damn, JakeSand)


[Verse]

Showed her how I live, ain't no comin' back

Where the opps? I'm tryna pop 'em like some bubble wrap

Feel like Hester, catch the play and I'ma run it back

Gotta smack it everytime I see it 'cause it's really fat

Niggas tryna ride our wave like a surfboard

Hit a bitch and never text, she get ignored

I always got some paper like a clipboard

Bro on the block makin' plays like a point forward

Got his number in my phone saved as LeBron

These bitches change like the season, I can't call her mine

ShittyBoyz 'cause we was shittin' on them all the time

You would be a free man if ballin' really was a crime

I spin these hoes like a disco ball

Me and Stan sendin' punches back and forth like it's a brawl

Came up from stealin' shit, I feel like [?]

Took a couple hits when my back was against the wall

When she put the neck on me, I was so astonished

Couldn't believe she made me cum fast just like I'm Sonic

If I'm not in the room, why I'm out of topic?

Always one in the head, never gotta cock it

Fuck, FanDuel just got me again

Left my old bitch in the past, went and got a ten

If you don't take a risk, you won't probably win

Took a couple, livin' good, gotta say Amen

Finna turn it up, let me power up

Nobody can fuck with us, it's like our sliders up

Cut straight into the bitch like is you tryna fuck?

She like, "Damn, you straight to it, couldn't even say what's up?"

The time that I give you I ain't tryna waste

Told my bitch don't talk about my bitch, stay in your place

If a nigga say we weak, somebody got him laced

How the fuck you got all that ass but can't make it shake?

Damn, bae, you wasted it

If she let me hit it, I'ma stab it, I'ma Jason it

Left my kids on her couch like she babysit

Heard your lil' song, hate tell you you ain't makin' it

SBDSM known state to state

How the fuck you eatin' and your mans ain't got a plate?

We gon' be rich soon goin' at this rate

See somebody winnin' and salute, I can never hate

You not who you say you are like a catfish

She ain't tryna share me with her friend, she so selfish

I do it for the green like a Celtic

I'm a Shitty Boy, I shit talk, I can't help it

Foreign bitch tryna teach me a different language

Everybody take a L, boy, stop complainin'

Bitch ran through, walls need some maintenance

I just want the money, never cared if I was famous

In the end, I bet they label us the best group

Really know a good-ass shooter that do not hoop

No cap, he'll blow you like some hot soup

Really know some real-ass scammers and that's not you

You lil' fuckin' fraud

Room full of bad bitches and I want 'em all

ShittyBoyz win, never lose or get a draw

Ridin' with some troublemakers, they ain't scared to break the law

I can't be around you if you scared to make some cheese

Freaky Thotiana tryna get me out my jeans

Hair long like Rapunzel, she don't need no weave

Come and get with the Lab, we the winnin' team


[Outro]

Bitch

Come get with the Lab, we the winnin' team, no cap

Bitch, hm, ShittyBoyz