inWintr - Breathe

And she be like "Wintr I hate You Now"
They want my head can't take me down
I know it's snakes all on the ground
And I'm 'gon blow cause bitch I'm bound
Niggas 'gon hate, the money count
If I'm 'gon blow cause bitch I'm posed to
If I got that 9 bitch it's it's in da holster
They see me glow now they wanna toast it
I can't slow down might lose focus
And I know that it's snakes in the grass lil baby
I hope you don't dwell on the past lil baby
Life starting to move a lil faster lately
If I tell you the truth then you finna hate me
So I'd rather lie and keep you in my clutch
It be a bad move to give you up
It be so dumb to just let you go
I'd rather lie just to keep you close
And I know you hate that I do the most
Can't take that pain so you pour a four
These niggas hoes like hell no
They want that bag so they gone fold
I got some snakes in the grass waiting
Niggas that I love, hating
Don't care about yo reputation
Oh he got packs ok we confiscating
He got a bag and then he lost it
Watch who you claim your dawgs is
His ass a actor we gon pause him
You know lil' wintr yeah he top ten
But I can't win unless my dawgs win
I can't win without my niggas
Bitch I'm gon lose without my niggas
How the fuck I'm 'gon be a winner?
Bitch I been hustling all winter
Don't love that bitch but now I'm in her
Circle full of winners and I'm in the center
Told that I love her I ain't really finna
Mind keep spinning like I'm in a blender
On his block nigga we gon slide and spin him
I don't even try, just get da bag and I get the bag so these niggas mad
And these niggas mad so I cannot lack
If I ever lack imma be a pack
If I'm in a pack then I go out sad
If you go out sad you can't never last
If you cannot last you gon break like glass
I be smoking gas got my brain lag
If he inna fishbowl then I catch em
He talk that shit nigga so I stretch him
Turn him inna ash so we finna catch him
Put him inna past so we finna bless him
Like we got sticks bitch we ain't wrecking
I run up the bag bitch now I'm flexing
This ARP teach his ass a lesson
Tell her give me the jaw baby I be stressing
I'm sorry I yelled at you lil' baby no I didn't mean it
You love to complain so much I'm thinking that I'm finna leave it
I'm reaching and begging for air I'm really thinking that I need it

Written by:
Jalen Dumas

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