Winning Team

Chevys on switches

Uh

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

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 ****

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 **** you been with

I'm a whole motherfuckin' business