inWintr - Maxim

Ha, Said he a hardbody he a caption (What)
Slide on your classmate now he absent (Woah)
You niggas try hard for reactions
Now you gone die hard like Maxim
Under the bleacher, trappin'
Just like a teacher, subtract em'
I got mob ties I'mma wax em'
He said he top five why he cappin'
These niggas be hoes and I know they cappin' it
These niggas hard for the internet (Woah woah)
Net talking we is not into that (Woah woah)
Slide on you boy that's the end of that
Okay lil bitch that's a Fendi fact
If I up the glick then is you gon' run?
Like how that's your bitch but she think I'm the one
Like how do you trap you don't got a gun (Yeah whoa)
Boy put down the mic it ain't for everyone (Woah woah)
Now I'm in that- (Woah woah)
I'm in that Van like Kendrick Lamar
And she wanna fuck she see I'm a star (Bitch ass nigga)
He wanted the smoke now he a cigar
I took me a yellow so I feel like Mar (Uh huh)
I'm finna pull up in the wraith like a regular car(What what? What what)
Then pop me another lil' bar (What)
He want the smoke he gon' get some
Don't make me blick some
Pull up on you and we blitzin' (Ok ok ok)
They sleep on me like a futon
I need my croutons
Now that lil' bitch gon' get screwed on (Ok ok)
Like fuck is you doing (Fuck is you?)
Bitch I'm the new one
I ain't had no fans so I grew em'
True story (Nah, fax, what)
She tryna treat a lil nigga like Jesus (Fuck nigga)
You niggas ain't me these niggas be cheesy
Don't want to call em' my son that nigga a fetus
I stay on the block like my missions completed
Speak on my brother we leave em' in pieces
Got a cool white plug I think his name Cleetus
Red light shit, like Eddie Gianni
She got a fat ass so I'm sitting behind
These niggas hoes if I keep it a hunnid
They be like "Wintr yeah you run it" (Uh huh Uh huh)
They be like "Wintr yeah you the one on top nigga"
They be like "Wintr young nigga got a heart nigga"
See me in the stu like oh you making bops nigga
Catch me in the street like oh he got a Glock innem?
Ha, Said he a hardbody he a caption (Ay)
Slide on your classmate now he absent
You niggas try hard for reactions
Now you gone die hard like Maxim
Under the bleacher, trappin'
Just like a teacher, subtract em'
I got mob ties I'mma wax em'
(C'mon yeah)

Written by:
Jalen Dumas

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