All We Do Is Win

Hit the gym, flex
Run me my check
We on yo neck
Shooters on deck
All we do, win
All we do, win
All we do, win
All we do, win
Hit the gym, flex
Run me my check
We on yo neck
Shooters on deck
All we do, win
All we do, win
All we do, win
All we do, win

[Verse 1: Byron Juane]

Yeah, I need a dub fasho
The bag and trophy , I need to go
You cannot match the glow
Im covered, Im shinin from head to toe
Yall aint notice
Exec. like P.O.T.U.S
And that say open
Hold up , flex game [?]
Crept down the court
Bought with the faith
Like I dont even start fo the win
I dont play
Got a coat fo the rain
Yall boys brace fo the storm
We tsunami in foreign
And its best that you stay informed
We run plays without no script
Aye, thats light work
We make bands off our shot
But whats yo net worth?
I cut ties fo all my team
Yeah, all this drip and no canteen
And yall boys canned, but no sardines
We off this wave fo all 19
I dont, I dont, yeah
Got no words, dont say too much
Clock on 5
And I step like clutch
Team G6
And at least they up
Aye, gotta hit that flex
Like a real because we, ah!

Hit the gym, flex (flex)
Run me my check (run my check)
We on yo neck
Shooters on deck
All we do, win
All we do, win
All we do, win
All we do, win
Hit the gym, flex
Run me my check
We on yo neck
Shooters on deck
All we do, win
All we do, win (yeah)
All we do, win (yeah, yeah)
All we do, win

[Verse 2: Derek Minor]

I gotta win it
Yeah, I just sprint to the finish, Im poppin on spinach
I cook like Im fryin off chicken
And aint no debate about who in the kitchen, I aint even fishin
Yeah, they tryna eat our fillet
Yeah, but beat out and yell like, 'Then come out and get it'
Ooh , yeah, ooh, hot
Fresh out the skillet, yeah
Breezy, I got a whole lot on my plate
Breezy, I got a whole lot on my plate
You busy lookin on IG
It wont get you nothin but fake love and a whole lot of hate
Look at my life, get you motivated
Came from the bottom, below the pavement
Shoutout to God, man, we finally made it
I know some people that prolly hate it
Ooh, I aint worried bout yo opinion
Ima live my life
In the studio in Georgia
Finna kill a mic
Quarterbackin money plays
You should take a hike
First down, first down
First down, first down
Runnin through you by the mouth
Stiff-arm you on the ground
Knockin heads off now
And I know you hear that sound
And it dont stop
And it dont stop
And you gettin mobbed
Sideline pumped

Hit the gym, flex
Run me my check
We on yo neck
Shooters on deck
All we do, win
All we do, win
All we do, win
All we do, win
Hit the gym, flex
Run me my check
We on yo neck
Shooters on deck
All we do, win
All we do, win
All we do, win
All we do, win