Victory Lap (feat. Shykage & Big Matt)

Yeah, JL, I'm fuckin' with this one

Yeah

Mmm, mmm, fuck, alright

Yeah

If you ain't on road, then where the fuck you at?

Uh (Damn, Sam)

Bitch, you left me at my lowest, but I'm up now (Bitch, I'm up)

Tryna sabotage the brand, you get shot down

Remember I ain't had a car, I got a driver now

**** used to see me starvin', now them tables turnin' now

If you try to spin the block, I'll blow your tires out

You already left, don't even try and hit that spin around

**** talkin' tough, I'm on they bumper, finna hawk 'em down

Man, these **** gettin' smoked like some Black & Milds

All these blue bucks in my pocket, you would think I'm playin'

Palm Angels, all these dead men in my fuckin' hands

You ain't tryna help me eat, don't count my fuckin' bands

You wasn't shootin' with me in the gym or the caravan

**** cap a lot like Polo G, so I keep pole on me

**** fake as fuck like five horses on a polo tee

I'd rather have a money fight, you **** couldn't afford my beef

Japanese imported Wagyu, y'all can't afford this beef

Blue tint up on my shades, I call it money vision

Put some racks on my watch 'cause my time expensive

I don't spend a lot on bitches, I be penny pinchin'

I don't give a fuck if you a ten, bitch, you still couldn't get it

Can't spend a hundred to get ten, that's a bad investment

Spend a hundred to get ten, but that's ninety less then

I'd rather be with a bitch that's gon' keep it a hundred

Don't back spin, you add eighty, then I take off your front end

Chillin' with some made men, they don't clean kitchens

We go after the money, so in turn, we get chased by bitches

You hangin' with some squares, this a circle they can't fit in

He rappin' 'bout some pain, I knock this bitch, now he cryin' again

Man, it took a couple L's for me to get a win

I'm on road, so I'll never sleep on the floor again

Start doin' shows like I ain't gotta work a job again

Got bitches singin' for me like, "JL, bring that sample in"

**** claimin' that they close, but be so distant

Bitches bait you with these pills and swear they catfishin'

They can't cop a chain, they lame, forever penny pinchin'

Bitches can't even love you, ****, on the low, they sneak dissin'

Bitch, I'm wild when I get live, you would think I'm Boosie

I tote that Draco when I slide, this is not Toosie

Buggin' out in all these ducks, man, these hoes loony

**** claim they dogs, hang with rats, man, they some goofies

Mmm, ayy, my **** down to ride

That carbon smell from that four-five make me come alive

Swear up and down that she got water, but she in denial

Backstroke in that pussy, now she say she want my first child

Ayy, you pussy **** better not move wrong

No second guesses, Smith & Wessons, I got two on

Your bitch just saw the pendant glisten, now your boo gone

Ridin' with my ****, ridin' for what? ****, who wrong?

I done rode towards the end without ever switchin'

These kids so pussy, they be yellin' like they got switches

Made it out the trenches, bitch, I'm self-made, I made millions

Disrespect the brand, I'm dumpin' threes like I'm Dame Simmons

I be worried 'bout my bitch, don't like the way she movin'

But I be actin' like I'm good and I be playin' stupid

And you can miss me with that cap, lil' ho, stop lyin'

When I'm in my bag, I can't speak, bitch, stop tryin'

**** don't want no beef, they call me the butcher

Bitches thinkin' that I'm cuffin', call me Ashton Kutcher

I don't like good girls, I want me a hooker

When I'm in your court, that gun gon' shine like I'm Devin Booker

**** switch up on the team, they get dismembered

They ask me why that **** missin', I can't remember

They askin' questions, cold replies like it's December

If you ain't on road, then you can die, RIP a ****

Yes, sir

This is brought to you in part by On Road Vision

If you ain't on road, then where the fuck you at?

Yeah

Got my **** Shancaka in here, Big Mac

And it don't get no realer than that

Can you dig it or do you need a shovel, baby?

Yeah, ah