Wheel of Fortune lyrics

[Intro: BabyTron]
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[Verse 1: StanWill]
On the road for thirty days and thirty nights
No punches through this b*tch, doing thirty fights
Circled on the opp block, we hit thirty rights
Looking at my future like you staring up at thirty lights

[Verse 2: TrDee]
Don't ask what's in the cup, don't you see me with the Drank God?
Don't ask do it hit, don't you see me with the Punch God?
Tapped in, get a n*gga touched like a iPod
She wanna make a movie, set the cam on the tripod

[Verse 3: BabyTron]
Punching like a black belt, I'm a card master
Emotionless, I'll leave a b*tch heart shattered
Good cappage on the 'Gram, you're a star actor
In store with fire, b*tch, I'm flaming like I'm Charmander

[Verse 4: Icewear Vezzo]
Yeah, pop a school bus, I'm a bar master
Big chop that'll knock a n*gga car backwards
Two beams on a Glock like car hazards
Drank God, b*tch, I'm balling like March Madness
[Verse 5: StanWill]
With all this energy, boy must be Duracell
For all the grannies that I jugged, I might burn in Hell
Brought the slides in store, that's the burning smell
Come and get this Fraud Bible, boy, it's working well

[Verse 6: TrDee]
No cap, this BIN gon' put my n*ggas all on
She ain't sucking di*k? She should spin and send her ass home
[?] I can't wait till Apple drop them iPhones
She a real freak, she don't do it with the lights on

[Verse 7: BabyTron]
Game sliders cranked up, I done found the glitch
D1 with the punch work, come and scout the kid
In BOA acting bad, boy, I'm counting slips
Life jacket underneath the fit, I might drown in drip

[Verse 8: Icewear Vezzo]
So much water on my neck, I might drown the b*tch
Greyhound, only time that I hound a b*tch
Finna do a turn around for right now and a six
What's that stanking in my pocket? A pile of sh*t

[Verse 9: StanWill]
Money on the floor, I'm spinning hoes like the Wheel of Fortune
Spikes on my toes, you a crumb, boy, you still in Jordans
What you paid for yo fit was my bill in Morton's
Even when I'm six feet deep but I'm still important
[Verse 10: TrDee]
You ain't getting money, you just be where the rappers be
I better not catch you lame-ass n*ggas where the b*tches be
I ain't got a heart, I just like to wear it on my tee
Middle finger to them lame n*ggas that ever doubted me

[Verse 11: BabyTron]
Feel like Lil Tecca, I just held an opp for ransom
Grabbed the jacks and disappeared, I am not a phantom
SB blasting off, boy, yo rocket landing
Pull up like I'm Stone Cold, let the choppa slam him

[Verse 12: Icewear Vezzo]
Think I'm shooting videos, how I'm copping cannons
Finna pour the Hi-Tech, hold the Wock' for ransom
I don't be f*cking with no rats, n*ggas hot as Tampa
Me and [?] dropped a eighth in a drop of Fanta, b*tch