Billie Essco - THE Winners (Prod. Lucky Seven) Lyrics

YEAHHHH
It's the winners, the one

Whose that dippin' in the beamer
Drop 2 seater benzo this S not a C cuz
Gambled all ya re up on yah chain not a gain
Just loss to boss made the cost on the plane
Turn the faucet on my rangs when it get it leave em drippin
Turn the summer to the winter leave em' frigid none forgiven
You ain't never seen nigga rocking in dior in the snow
With some Raf boots copping backwoods at the store
And my feet still got cold threw on my 40 belows
I could touch a lady soul if she let me take control like the autonomous Lexus park the 4 with remote
And i'm feeling like me and Jehovah run pick and rolls cuz

GOD got me, Im GOD body
GOD got me, Im GOD body
GOD got me, Im feeling gawd body
GOD got me, Im GOD body

Let me get gaudy on these niggas
Let me pull that vintage nauti on these niggas
Let me pull these carti's on these niggas
My Cartier's, I hardly wear

Let me get gaudy on these niggas
Let me pull the 40 on these niggas
Let me pull the rarri on these niggas
Look GOD got me, GOD body

This that vintage alpine ski polo from the 94
This Beyoncé in that silver Tommy Hilfiger bubble coat
Pusha when he doubled coke malice when he was active
But fought against the demons on the tracks that we was rappin
And fashion been my passion since Cudi and Terry Kennedy
Ice cream jeans, grape 5s and diamond tiffanys
Nigo designed all the bathing ape that I own
And I got it from NOWHERE you can't get this in no store
Beepers on my shoestrings still can't bang my line
Like Jimmy banging in bb Simons you can't take my shine
Like Kinfolk KiaShine I'm on that type of time
And realistically I been fly before there was wifi
Brought flight club to the lo my nigga why lie
Get connected some many feet's it's like a fetish
It get hectic when the sneakerboxes stack like Tetris
You don't even wanna measure what I messed up