We Winnin'

B.G Savage SoCal Savages Late night chillen, gold chain hidden You already know we muthafuckin winnin Fat Blunt backwoods we hitting Don't f*ck with us cause we muthafuckin winning We winnin We winnin Fat blunt backwoods we killin We winnin we winnin Fat dab Hot torch we feelin 120 in the stang going eastbound 10 Finna hit the club with the homie yea PlayPen 5 racks in my hand high on that disneyland We only smoke them dank marijuana strands 2 in the mornin Range Rover roarin Dark tint full sprint we in here pourin We getting fuckin lit, I ain’t tryna babysit Fucked up Death Cup better hurry the f*ck up We winnin We winnin Fat blunt backwoods we killin We winnin we winning Fat dab Hot torch we fillin We finna go skiing We gon be poppin We gon be droppin Ain’t no stoppin Shotgun pumpin Glock be clockin Don't f*ck with us cause There ain't no stoppin We winnin We winnin Fat blunt backwoods we killin We winnin we winning Fat dab Hot torch we fillin LA take over, in the fuckin Range Rover Whipping the stang burnin some rubber Gold wheels gold chain High as f*ck off that Mary Jane We chillen in the back seat Rich like wall street Smokin that dank weed You already know me Dumping that clutch Hitting that dutch Fucking shit up You already know wasup We winnin We winnin Fat blunt backwoods we killin We winnin we winning Fat dab Hot torch we fillin We winnin Fat blunt backwoods we killin Fat dab Hot torch we fillin We winnin we winnin