inWintr - GUM

Histarkey, D1shonorable
I'm in the trap going dumb
Talking we upping the drum, yeah
These niggas be broke and they hate cause they bums
She fucking with Wintr she know he the one
You niggas ain't on shit I walk with ton
You niggas be hoes and I walk with a gun
I got a chop for your body
She wanna fuck with somebody
But no I cannot be your body
Play with the gang you get flipped like Chobani
Number (N)ine denim it stay on my body
I beat it up I ain't talking bout Rodneyy
YSL denim I'm feeling life slimy
I slide on the opps and these niggas they can't even find me
White infinity I hop out, I don't know who you are
Like the Kennedy's I count up bread with my dawg
Need a remedy these niggas be sick of me aw
Are you shitting me? I'll blow that boy down with the rod
I ain't lying I got niggas that's doin the fraud
Niggas capping but I'm pulling up totin' the dog
I got shooters that's collecting your head when I call
This bitch like jello when I shoot like LaMelo I ball
These niggas fake and they IG totin'
I'm in decline cause they niggas be hoeing
I'm finna stomp that boy down, Rick Owen
Thought you could run, but which way you goin'
These bullets like rain these bullets be pouring
Give me that chance, the opps, I'm scoring
And I got that 9 on me,
Nigga talking down, we sliding on em
Tony Stark, I got the iron on me
I just really wanna shine homie
Smoke the gas to get high, homie (woah)
You just tryna get by brodie
Don't you think we tried, don't he?
Don't you know that I know that you lied on me

Written by:
Jalen Dumas

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