Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bryan A Galindo
Songwriter
Lyrics
B.G Savage
SoCal Savages
Late night chillen, gold chain hidden
You already know we muthafuckin winnin
Fat Blunt backwoods we hitting
Don't fuck with us cause we muthafuckin winning
We winnin We winnin
Fat blunt backwoods we killin
We winnin we winnin
Fat dab Hot torch we feelin
120 in the stang going eastbound 10
Finna hit the club with the homie yea PlayPen
5 racks in my hand high on that disneyland
We only smoke them dank marijuana strands
2 in the mornin Range Rover roarin
Dark tint full sprint we in here pourin
We getting fuckin lit, I ain't tryna babysit
Fucked up Death Cup better hurry the fuck up
We winnin We winnin
Fat blunt backwoods we killin
We winnin we winning
Fat dab Hot torch we fillin
We finna go skiing
We gon be poppin
We gon be droppin
Ain't no stoppin
Shotgun pumpin
Glock be clockin
Don't fuck with us cause
There ain't no stoppin
We winnin We winnin
Fat blunt backwoods we killin
We winnin we winning
Fat dab Hot torch we fillin
LA take over, in the fuckin Range Rover
Whipping the stang burnin some rubber
Gold wheels gold chain
High as fuck off that Mary Jane
We chillen in the back seat
Rich like wall street
Smokin that dank weed
You already know me
Dumping that clutch
Hitting that dutch
Fucking shit up
You already know wasup
We winnin We winnin
Fat blunt backwoods we killin
We winnin we winning
Fat dab Hot torch we fillin
We winnin
Fat blunt backwoods we killin
Fat dab Hot torch we fillin
We winnin we winnin
Writer(s): Bryan Galindo
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