Winter Runner 2
Slick
Run Around With the Gun
Yea I shoot niggas for fun
She wanna fuck
I gotta girl
Bitch noo
Get up in the kitchen
Work the stove
Get it out the pop
Whip the bowl
Bitch I want my bag at the door
Yea yea yea yea yea yea
Winter vibes
smoke on dope
Fill it up with vibes
Nigga hate out the corner of his eye
Think I'm in my prime
It might be perfect time
We can go fly out to Cali
Finna our my feet in some Ballys
I ain't have no choice but to cook up
Pull out that chopper
That nigga was shook up
Diamonds in the face
Look at the boogers
Trap on the stove all day
Been cooking
Bitch you dead to me
Bitch watch what you say to me
I serve at the qt nigga real quick
I hit from the back
Lil Bitch don't know that I'm slick
Run Around With the Gun
Yea I shoot niggas for fun
She wanna fuck
I gotta girl
Bitch noo
Get up in the kitchen
Work the stove
Get it out the pop
Whip the bowl
Bitch I want my bag at the door
Yea yea yea yea yea yea
Winter vibes
Smoke on dope
Fill it up with vibes
Nigga hate out the corner of his eye
Think I'm in my prime
Might be perfect time
We can go fly out to Cali
Finna our my feet in some Ballys
Run Around With the Gun
Yea I shoot niggas for fun
She wanna fuck
I gotta girl
Bitch noo
Get up in the kitchen
Work the stove
Get it out the pop
Whip the bowl
Bitch I want my bag at the door
Yea yea yea yea yea yea
Winter vibes
smoke on dope
Fill it up with vibes
Nigga hate out the corner of his eye
Think I'm in my prime
It might be perfect time
We can go fly out to Cali
Finna our my feet in some Ballys
I ain't have no choice but to cook up
Pull out that chopper
That nigga was shook up
Diamonds in the face
Look at the boogers
Trap on the stove all day
Been cooking
Bitch you dead to me
Bitch watch what you say to me
I serve at the qt nigga real quick
I hit from the back
Lil Bitch don't know that I'm slick
Run Around With the Gun
Yea I shoot niggas for fun
She wanna fuck
I gotta girl
Bitch noo
Get up in the kitchen
Work the stove
Get it out the pop
Whip the bowl
Bitch I want my bag at the door
Yea yea yea yea yea yea
Winter vibes
Smoke on dope
Fill it up with vibes
Nigga hate out the corner of his eye
Think I'm in my prime
Might be perfect time
We can go fly out to Cali
Finna our my feet in some Ballys
Credits
Writer(s): Tyler Thomas
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