Winter/Summer

Lyrics

[Intro: Swift, Dimzy] Mmhh (Mmhh) Aighh [Chorus: Swift & Dimzy] Grind all winter, grind all summer (Mmmhh) When times got tough, it made me tougher (mmmhh) We drilled all winter, we drilled all summer, free MA, certified hunter , slap man's head or ruin that jumper [Verse 1: Swift] (Mmhh) Fifteen that was dirty boots , eights and twelves and thirty twos Big bro showed me how to shoot if bros lurky then I'm lurky too Get money or suffer it was summer had a brucky in the puffer (It's hot) Grab buff or can't get no buffer us man made it out the gutter See him, glee him, on the low-low I know they preeing snow runs through snow he is skiing endz or O me and bro OT him (ring ring) Used to sell stones to Ian the po-po lock bro free him (Ay free bro man) Creeping, sweeping that ain't the broom for cleaning [Verse 2: Dimzy] They want war so alright then two Ls let's lurk we gon carbine dem (Bow) So much fries that the mandem run through so which one should we bine at them So much cali that man's been frying , so much Cali that I take to the chest he was tweaking the way then OSG pulled up Jump Out Gang what happened? Stretched I had a sixteen gauge in my Canada Goose Looking bait but I feel so safe (shotty) pocket rocket on the date on a shirt but you know I let off dat fling I had a 44. lurky on mummy's grave like watch me JOG when I get in the state had a shotgun lurky on a backseat waiting and waiting and waiting for the prey (sixteen) [Chorus: Swift & Dimzy] Grind all winter, grind all summer (mmmhh) (mmmhh) When times got tough, it made me tougher We drilled all winter, we drilled all summer, free MA, certified hunter , slap man's head or ruin that jumper [Verse 3: Swift] The Trap is alive and kicking Them man move more like women I used to sell leng on the BBM and it just kept on pinging and pinging [Verse 4: Dimzy] We wash up one p**ck and didn't take credit, we don't care about credit One guy got spread like butter had him looking like strawberry spreading [Verse 5: Swift] The ding-dong skrring Who's that lurking? (Who's dat, who's dat) Serving, serving , phone me when you wanna start working (grrrgh) (grrgh) (brrghh) (brrghh) [Verse 6: Dimzy] They say I'm too old for this shit I know I'm too old for this shit You never too old for a stick You never too old to get hit Never too young to get— Never too young to get—-