Mr. Winters

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My shooter shoot like Mr. Winters
Just like Chris
Ain't going on tour but still got bags up in my sprinter
And when I rap they know it's fax, ion need no printer
Said he was solid, he heard life and turned to splinter
Niggas trying to steal my swag, they asking where I'm shopping
My groupie all on my dick, keep asking when I'm droppin'
Shawty just like a bunny, shawty steady hopping
Told 'em I might pop out when I pick, it's hella options
Got drink up in my styrofoam it's white like Mr. Winters
He said that he was solid, he heard life and turned to splinter
Everytime I rap they know it's fax, ion need no printer
'Ian even going on tour but still got bags up in this sprinter
Twin just checked my box score, told 'em I don't plan to miss
My shooter he really a Hooper, he bald and ugly and shoot like Chris
My shooter just like Mr. Winters, all he do is swish
I swear my chopper gay, it see a opp and wanna kiss
Nigga want the broken swag from Kali but it ain't on sale
Must be broke
Nigga was trying to buy some gas we robbed him for his scale
Gimme that shit
Said he was making money know he telling tales (Haha)
Never been good at math you test me I might fail (On gang)
I'll really ride for my niggas, like morty be riding for Rick
Morty and Rick
My shooter not in a good mood until he touch his switch (Fa,Fa)
If I was sellin' Dope, They'd call me Tyler Mitch (Like back in the 80's)
Just cause you see me spitting, don't mean that that's my bitch
Got brothers like I'm Samoan but still ride Solo (Like Solo Sikoa)
You chasing them little ass hoes like Mojo Jojo (Damn that nigga weird)
He tried to ride and hide got caught by the popo (Haha)
Said you was solid told 'Em what you know though
How the f*ck you gone be mad at me for sum your bitch did?
She said she was a head queen but her shit mid
Me and her throat fighting custody ion never see my kids
All that cappin' that that nigga doing he must work at lids
Man the way that I'm balling on 'em bitch I feel like Chris (Feel like Mr. Winters)
When I pop out and you see my fit, you better hide your bitch
Man just know if I shoot my shoot bitch I'm finna swish
All this gold on my fucking neck, shit look like I pissed
My cougar bitch 34 she keep begging for a birky
She bending over knock the stuffing out that turkey (Mmh-mmh)
I know she like me cause she told me I'm so flirty
Ty you so flirty
You niggas chocolate y'all pro nouns should be Hershey
Got the drink in my styrofoam It's white like Mr. Winters
Buddy said he was solid he heard life and turned to splinter
Every time that I rap they know it's fax ion need no printer
I ain't even going on no tour but bags up in this sprinter
Twin just checked my box score told 'em ion plan to miss
My shooter he really a Hooper, he bald and shoot like Chris
My shooter like Mr. Winters all he do is swish
I swear my chopper act gay see an opp and it want a kiss
Aye that shit hard right there, Let me hear that back

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