Mr. Winters
HitEmUp & HitEmUpTy
Watch: New Singing Lesson Videos Can Make Anyone A Great Singer
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
Become A Better Singer In Only 30 Days, With Easy Video Lessons!
Written by: Gentle Beats (Producer), Tyler White
Lyrics © DistroKid
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
Citation
Use the citation below to add these lyrics to your bibliography:
Style:MLAChicagoAPA
"Mr. Winters Lyrics." Lyrics.com. STANDS4 LLC, 2024. Web. 28 Apr. 2024. <https://www.lyrics.com/lyric-lf/10215566/HitEmUp+%26+HitEmUpTy/Mr.+Winters>.
Discuss the Mr. Winters Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In