LFG NUKE - Winners Circle Lyrics

Yeah, this was a late tip, I'm still swipin', hear me
I wake up in the morning with six racks, I put em in my jeans
I f*ck designer, steppin' in Prada with all my Gucci jeans
My Glock, don't hold that 50, nigga, it hold 33

I'm finna box a nigga out on the court like I'm Draymond Green
Cup full of wock, it's green
Yeah, I got exotic shit, put my ass to sleep
Bitch, keep on talkin' all that shit, but I don't say a thing

She really fell in love with diamond chains and these fancy things, She's a dirty thing
I'm not tryna f*ck the bitch (nope)
I'm just ridin' around town, with a f*ck to give
Yeah, I'm broke as hell, I got some weed, but I don't got no sticks

Yeah, I got a pole it's custom made for all these filthy kids
I don't f*ck with kids
Rest in peace, my grandmama, too, she told me don't stop
I be rappin' in the booth, til I'm at the top

I remember flippin' packs all day, posted on the block
I'ma stay true to myself until my body rot
Ayo, niggas tryna talk shit, but they just talk about it
I would really step on shit, bitch, you not about it

Shout out Rico, hit him with a Rico, then he cried about it
Then we split the next day, and then they cried about it
I'm a skinny nigga with a brand new chop, but I know how to use it
I walk her ass down all in these crocs, bitch, I know how to use it

This nigga actin' like my son, I got a gun, he try to use it
Nigga don't give a f*ck about the kids, but then he tryna use it
But you know I keep a bold package
And this bitch keep talkin' shit, becuause she too savage
Yeah, I beat it up for 30 minutes like I'm Bo Dallas
I haven't worked in 3 years, so give me both taxes
F*ck you mean there's no taxes