Winner's Circle
Damn, Yak!
Can't do no milding
Hit it tell the b*tch I'm sorry
*inaudible
Now I gotta keep it in arms reach
She gotta new ass yeah man thats all me
Flew her to the west coast
Then she fell in love with these palm trees
She wanna be rich okay
Got me a bad lil b*tch okay
Said ain't playing know i love this b*tch
Don't play with my bad lil b*tch okay
Coulda went sad for us
Coulda went bad for us
That was my past life
sh*t that I can't ignore
Im in the pool on the rooftop with a bad b*tch (she ain't average)
I had a dream bout a city whats out there knew I could have it
I woke up looked in the mirror told my self i gotta know the plan
Cause I had it jumpin out that pot, Im a grizzly wit my wrist Ja Morant
I can't feel my face, face, face (yea)
No i can't feel my face