TCK Niyko - Only for the Win Lyrics

Don't expect it, don't like it?
That's how we roll
Don't recognise talent, unless if it's gold
Killin' these beats, bro, we snatchin' up your hoe
Looking' for your boy, 'cause apparently he told (Snitch!)
You don't get it, imma take his life, put that shit on hold
That's how shit goes, nigga, we in control
If you f*ck around too long, you might just get polled (Sheck)
Like, knock knock, who's there got the popo at the door ("Police! Open the door!)
That can come in, 'cause I smoked it all, man, geen stress niffaauw
I did this shit man, as a kid though, climbin' out windows
Grab a gun imma shoot these nigga's like a muthaf*ckin' fake Jason
I got ma bitch, she count ma cash, I'm wipin' a foreign, you hatin'
I roll it up and smoke it up while standin' on the chest of satin
You give me threats then I pull up and you on your knee's, you be prayin'
Bottles out, I be faded
Slurpin' ma lean, ma lip lazy (Bitch)
Movin' her hips got me crazy
White on a wave, gotta braid it (Bitch)
Bottles out, I be faded
Slurpin' ma lean, ma lip lazy
Movin' her hips got me crazy
White on a wave, gotta braid it
Money stacks, they be falling
She on ma chest, she be snoring
You talkin' to me, it be boring
Glidin' through life, I be soaring
Flashed me a titty, girl wildin'
All y'all be profilin'
Some a here for pro-violence
And another minute of silence
We gunna mute the world silent
All you'll be hearing' is sirens
A women or a kid who be cryin'
A lot of you, you be blindin'
No Birdbox but you blinded
Birds who chirping it be sounding
Like a sunrise who be wakin'
Every morning' wake and bacon
Got Parkinson? You be shakin'
Your favorite rapper, terminate him
Liftin' weight like I'm at the gym
List of problems with no end
Make the cheese, then start again
Smoke on cheese, all in the wind
The way you lookin' at me that's kinda cringe
If I walk in, it's only for the win
Only for the win, only for the win, only for the win, daym
Some people call it a sin but I'm still a fan
Only for the win, only for the win, only for the win, daym
Basic bitch, she kinda thin but that booty make you say daym (Son)
Grab a gun imma shoot these nigga's like a muthaf*ckin' fake Jason
I got ma bitch, she count ma cash, I'm wipin' a foreign, you hatin'
I roll it up and smoke it up while standin' on the chest of satin
You give me threats then I pull up and you on your knee's, you be prayin'
I can see all your desire
Your mentally required, it's the way that you are wired
No job but you get fired
Stick a dick up in a pie, American united
Stay woke and don't be tired
Man, open up your eyes like daym
(Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, BOOM)
Hey! That's the way the joint goes
That the way, jonko
I'm on a wave, pogo
Man, she count to slow
I had to let that bitch go
Man, I've never been too broke
But struggle is all I know
And I gotta let the world know
Make that bitch do acrobatics, call that shit Kamasutra
You live with me, no mathematics it's simple, just do what suits you
All the wangsta's they got a tick, destroy anything that proves you
F*ck a hater, do what you want, chase your dream till it kills you (Like daym)
(Eh, eh, eh, eh, you know what it is)
(It is Nico on the beat man)
(He's always slicing' up these beats man)
(You know what it is? Smokin' that ganja)
(Smokin' this here reefer, everybody and they're mad man)
(Tell your home, tell the gram, tell you mama)