Uh, uh
Slidin' in that Hemi (Rebirth)
Give a damn, bout the feds (Skrrt)
I just told this bitch I love her
Double back like I was playing (Skrr)
I was slidin' down your chimney
Felt like Santa with the bag (Skrrrt)
Fat ass FN with the mag
So much money in my pocket, these bitches don't sag
Only problem with that
When I'm runnin' to the racks, I feel like I'm last (Skrr)
Huh, Ricky, one in his bag
She get sticky off of the act (Icky)
Pour up a deuce talk shit on the track
I got a Glock 10, rat-a-tat
We gone need to check facts (Tat, tat, tat, tat)
Your bitch on the set, bad
You just a minor set, back
Too much Maison I'm a mad man
FN split him, do my damn dance
You is a pig, nigga, you ham sam
FN Rip, niggas go bam wham
This hoe pop titties for the Instagram
Uh, uh uh
I can't trust no nigga (bee, bee, bee, bee)
I can't trust no hoe (Trust no hoe)
FN Rip right through his shit (Bee, bee)
And take his door (And take his door)
I just f*ck up on this bitch and count this dough (And count that dough, bee)
SMG gon' rip his clique and take his hoe (And take his hoe, skrr)
This hoe wanna do the dash
I told her digital (I digital)
That boy tryna take the swag
I told that nigga no (Like nigga no)
Go get your own shit, nigga
Go be original (Be original)
This a graveyard shift
We send opp niggas to the floor
Bad bitches shakin' ass at the door
She wanna f*ck on the kid and I know
Keep it tucked, testin' me like a hoe
Ain't talkin' nose, but lil' bitch, I'ma blow
Dark-skin with the blow on her nose
F*ck, no, I don't entertain those
Hell no, you can't stay with the bro
F*ck, no, leave that hoe on her loan
Drunk bitch tryna take my phone (You play too damn much)
Dumb bitch, nah, I'm hotter than cold (Give me my f*cking phone)
Slump shit, leave that boy in a hole
Don't come quick, then I'm sendin' her home
Stupid ass nigga all on my IG, askin' for bread (Are you f*cking dumb?)
Hop out that muthaf*cka Audi,
I told my lil' thottie put bread on your head (Speed through that bitch)
F*ck, I need a muthaf*ckin' break
All these niggas be pussy and shake
I be smokin' on OG damn no, woah
Ain't no damn way
I smoke top shelf shit
He talk shit, we pop him quick
F and N gone bust his lip
Bad lil' bitch, she lick the tip
(Oh my God Wintr)
(How you doing?)
(I'm not even drunk right now)
(I'm chilling)
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inWintr - Hemi Lyrics
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Uh, uh
Slidin' in that Hemi (Rebirth)
Give a damn, bout the feds (Skrrt)
I just told this bitch I love her
Double back like I was playing (Skrr)
I was slidin' down your chimney
Felt like Santa with the bag (Skrrrt)
Fat ass FN with the mag
So much money in my pocket, these bitches don't sag
Only problem with that
When I'm runnin' to the racks, I feel like I'm last (Skrr)
Huh, Ricky, one in his bag
She get sticky off of the act (Icky)
Pour up a deuce talk shit on the track
I got a Glock 10, rat-a-tat
We gone need to check facts (Tat, tat, tat, tat)
Your bitch on the set, bad
You just a minor set, back
Too much Maison I'm a mad man
FN split him, do my damn dance
You is a pig, nigga, you ham sam
FN Rip, niggas go bam wham
This hoe pop titties for the Instagram
Uh, uh uh
I can't trust no nigga (bee, bee, bee, bee)
I can't trust no hoe (Trust no hoe)
FN Rip right through his shit (Bee, bee)
And take his door (And take his door)
I just f*ck up on this bitch and count this dough (And count that dough, bee)
SMG gon' rip his clique and take his hoe (And take his hoe, skrr)
This hoe wanna do the dash
I told her digital (I digital)
That boy tryna take the swag
I told that nigga no (Like nigga no)
Go get your own shit, nigga
Go be original (Be original)
This a graveyard shift
We send opp niggas to the floor
Bad bitches shakin' ass at the door
She wanna f*ck on the kid and I know
Keep it tucked, testin' me like a hoe
Ain't talkin' nose, but lil' bitch, I'ma blow
Dark-skin with the blow on her nose
F*ck, no, I don't entertain those
Hell no, you can't stay with the bro
F*ck, no, leave that hoe on her loan
Drunk bitch tryna take my phone (You play too damn much)
Dumb bitch, nah, I'm hotter than cold (Give me my f*cking phone)
Slump shit, leave that boy in a hole
Don't come quick, then I'm sendin' her home
Stupid ass nigga all on my IG, askin' for bread (Are you f*cking dumb?)
Hop out that muthaf*cka Audi,
I told my lil' thottie put bread on your head (Speed through that bitch)
F*ck, I need a muthaf*ckin' break
All these niggas be pussy and shake
I be smokin' on OG damn no, woah
Ain't no damn way
I smoke top shelf shit
He talk shit, we pop him quick
F and N gone bust his lip
Bad lil' bitch, she lick the tip
(Oh my God Wintr)
(How you doing?)
(I'm not even drunk right now)
(I'm chilling)
Slidin' in that Hemi (Rebirth)
Give a damn, bout the feds (Skrrt)
I just told this bitch I love her
Double back like I was playing (Skrr)
I was slidin' down your chimney
Felt like Santa with the bag (Skrrrt)
Fat ass FN with the mag
So much money in my pocket, these bitches don't sag
Only problem with that
When I'm runnin' to the racks, I feel like I'm last (Skrr)
Huh, Ricky, one in his bag
She get sticky off of the act (Icky)
Pour up a deuce talk shit on the track
I got a Glock 10, rat-a-tat
We gone need to check facts (Tat, tat, tat, tat)
Your bitch on the set, bad
You just a minor set, back
Too much Maison I'm a mad man
FN split him, do my damn dance
You is a pig, nigga, you ham sam
FN Rip, niggas go bam wham
This hoe pop titties for the Instagram
Uh, uh uh
I can't trust no nigga (bee, bee, bee, bee)
I can't trust no hoe (Trust no hoe)
FN Rip right through his shit (Bee, bee)
And take his door (And take his door)
I just f*ck up on this bitch and count this dough (And count that dough, bee)
SMG gon' rip his clique and take his hoe (And take his hoe, skrr)
This hoe wanna do the dash
I told her digital (I digital)
That boy tryna take the swag
I told that nigga no (Like nigga no)
Go get your own shit, nigga
Go be original (Be original)
This a graveyard shift
We send opp niggas to the floor
Bad bitches shakin' ass at the door
She wanna f*ck on the kid and I know
Keep it tucked, testin' me like a hoe
Ain't talkin' nose, but lil' bitch, I'ma blow
Dark-skin with the blow on her nose
F*ck, no, I don't entertain those
Hell no, you can't stay with the bro
F*ck, no, leave that hoe on her loan
Drunk bitch tryna take my phone (You play too damn much)
Dumb bitch, nah, I'm hotter than cold (Give me my f*cking phone)
Slump shit, leave that boy in a hole
Don't come quick, then I'm sendin' her home
Stupid ass nigga all on my IG, askin' for bread (Are you f*cking dumb?)
Hop out that muthaf*cka Audi,
I told my lil' thottie put bread on your head (Speed through that bitch)
F*ck, I need a muthaf*ckin' break
All these niggas be pussy and shake
I be smokin' on OG damn no, woah
Ain't no damn way
I smoke top shelf shit
He talk shit, we pop him quick
F and N gone bust his lip
Bad lil' bitch, she lick the tip
(Oh my God Wintr)
(How you doing?)
(I'm not even drunk right now)
(I'm chilling)
Writer: Jalen Dumas
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid