Mr. Winters Lyrics

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 fuck 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