Winning Team Curren$y & Trauma Tone

[Intro]
Chevys on switches
Uh

[Verse 1]
Top dropped in the sun like shells from a shotgun
Firing, tryna outrun, tragedy the outcome
Smash the beats to shreds and sparing none
No one can be compared to one you never seen
This is me, every Chevy very clean
Parked up, sparked the green
She thought that she was in a dream
Naw this the real thing
Jet Life the winning team
Rag IROC-Z
Resting on them seventeens in the shade beneath the trees
Yeah, it's cool enough to freeze
Pass the bitch the joint, she had frostbite on the weed
Yeah she cold, but she ain't never rolled with somethin' like me
Spoken cold right beneath the nose of those on the scene
Then we slid like a sled full of toys on Christmas Eve

[Verse 2]
Chevys on switches
Smokin' weed in it, don't post me in your pictures
You can keep a secret we can always kick it
Rule number one, don't talk about me around your nigga
That shit dead and I'm suspicious
We hitting switches, now chef highway dippin'
Loose lips sink ships and my ship ain't sinkin'
Baby girl, that's the difference
Between me and them other niggas you been with
I'm a whole motherfuckin' business