Winnin Casper TNG (Ft. K Money)

[Chorus: Casper TNG]
Young nigga winnin', I did it, I did it
I put the city on the wave
I'm winnin', I'm winnin', I'm winnin'
I'm winnin', I'm winnin', I'm winnin'
I'm winnin', I'm winnin', I'm winnin'
Young nigga ballin'
I'm winnin'
I'm chillin' wit' your bitch
I'm wit' her by the lake
I'm winnin', I'm winnin', I'm winnin'
I'm winnin', I'm winnin', I'm winnin'
I'm winnin', I'm winnin', I'm winnin'
Got shooters around me and they shoot to kill 'em
Like shots that shoot at your face
I'm winnin', I'm winnin', I'm winnin'
I'm winnin', I'm winnin', I'm winnin'
I'm winnin', I'm winnin', I'm winnin'
She see me on road she be preein' me
And I know 'cause she heard of my name
I'm winnin', I'm winnin', I'm winnin'
I'm winnin', I'm winnin', I'm winnin'
I'm winnin', I'm winnin', I'm winnin'

[Verse 1: Casper TNG]
Young nigga winnin'
But you know that I got it off sinnin'
I'm a shooter, I stay by my pivot
Niggas rap 'bout the shit, they ain't did it
Niggas talk 'bout the bitch they ain't hittin'
But I'm winnin', yeah, I'm winnin'
See a smile on my face, see me grinnin'
Strapped in the party, I'm leanin'
Start sellin' that shit, had the white, just fiendin'
Free the gang, R.I.P to the demon
Even though you gone, man, you know you still breathin'
I shoot like six then I'm leavin'
Shawty blew me, don't try to show me cleavage
In a meetin' you in a suit, young nigga, I'm teachin'
I remember on the house arrest breaching
Still trappin' hard haven't been in home for weeks man
Shoutout to the real niggas in the Dot
Shoutout to a shawty that ain't movin' like a thot
When you winnin' in my city it gets easy just to drop
Me and sprite, nigga, that's a straight drop
How you think I got it, I ain't got no job?
Yeah, nigga, I was trappin', trappin' hard
Phone blingin' up in my garage
I bust a nut, she swallow it then let me hear you say ahh
She want a dope boy or a rapper
She like nah, nigga, that was last year
Now she just really want Casper
What type of nigga she want, I ain't ask her
Niggas dyin', sick like cancer
.40 cal turn your brain into pasta
Smoke weed, 24, like a Rasta
25, ayy, granny, you a lacker