Coach Winter lyrics

Yeah, aye, okay
Yeah, alright
Yeah, okay
Okay
[Imitating gunshots]
Alright, okay
Aye

[Hook]
Stiff arm to these n*ggas like John Dwyer
Scoring on these b*tches like Jon Scheyer
I can't stop winning, b*tch I'm on fire (yeah)
Feel like Kobe I might just retire

[Verse]
I might just retire, coach the game
Coach the game like I was Kiffin Lane
That's Lane Kiffin b*tch, I be switching lanes
I be different strokes, different paints

Smoke a blunt I take it to the face, press Facetime
Young Winter post on the baseline, I post up
These n*ggas they do not know wassup
I don't front when I keep this sh*t a buck

[Hook]
Stiff arm to these n*ggas like John Dwyer
Scoring on these b*tches like Jon Scheyer
I can't stop winning b*tch, I'm on fire
Feel like Kobe I might just retire