[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 n***a play with my n***as, we poppin' them extensions
Get you ass out, and get the fuck up out my mentions
My n***as got a sentence, but your n***as, 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 n***as, 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 n***a play with my n***as, we poppin' them extensions
Get you ass out, and get the fuck up out my mentions
My n***as got a sentence, but your n***as, 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 n***as, 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 n***as 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 n***a play with my n***as, we poppin' them extensions
Get you ass out, and get the fuck up out my mentions
My n***as got a sentence, but your n***as, 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 n***as, they ain't motherfuckin' winning