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probably! - autumn! lyrics

[intro: yeat]
yeah

[chorus: autumn!]
i told that b*tch, “you can f*ck who you want, you just can’t f*ck a n*gga who really ain’t hard as me”
ain’t got a million, it’s more like a hundred thousand in my bank, but i promise that’s fine with me
you really out here stressin’ ’bout a b*tch that i f*ck on the weekends, that ain’t even fond of me
used to get curved by this one b*tch ’til she seen the blue check, and now she really got fond of me
had to go cop me a ‘vette, i got tired of the benzo, it just wasn’t fast enough, honestly
want a republic or columbia cap, but i’m best off a bag if you thinkin’ ’bout signing me
dip for like five or six million, the only way i’m finna be in the studio constantly
come with like three or four mill’ in the tab, but he might just get left with insomnia, probably

[verse 1: yeat]
lil’ ho, baguettes on my body, vs on my body, it hang from my neck like a motherf*ckin’ ornament
we just hit louis, then gucci, then prada, then [?] ’cause we wanna get us some garments
back in the day, we was sellin’ the work and the percs in the motherf*ckin’ back of apartments
barber leg look like a chopper ’cause he got the gas on the gas, yeah the gardens on gardens
i’m ’bout to spoil my sis’, so i bought me a rollie, see we goin’ where? (rollie) yeah, up (rollie, rollie)
yeah, racks on racks, we goin’ up (rollie, rollie)
and i know you mad ’cause your b*tch wan’ f*ck
bro keep that—, bro keep that semi, keep that tucked
walk in this b*tch with a whole lot of money on me and the bl!ck on my side, i might die tonight
i picked the disguise, got the pole, got too much money on us, so we blow it like dynamite
and i just beat a ‘rari in a race, yeah, i was in a jeep (skrr, hey)
[?] called me up, said they wan’ come sign, sign me, with two ex*b*tches, they both siamese
[verse 2: autumn!]
n*ggas be b*tches, i got somethin’ for ’em, you run up on me, chopper knock out your boneless
rino just poured up a whole ‘nother deuce, man, i swear it’s like he never run out of soda
i made a lil’ too much money this year, had to save, f*ck a bank, stuff this sh*t in the sofa
my new b*tch stay in new york, finna get some new season moncleezy for when it get colder
she be like, “papi, i need some chanel, fendi, balenciga to throw on my shoulder”
she get whatever she want ’cause her mama’s the sweetest, the only thing i ever told her
the xd, the xd, the xd, yeah, i got the xd, she be everywhere with a holster
come test me, come test me, come test me, lil’ n*gga, come test me, i’m not like the rest of these locals
confetti, confetti, confetti, sh*t blow like confetti, oh, what? you thought it wasn’t loaded?
drivin’ the z51 like a psycho, the police probably thinkin’ i stole it
it’s all i did, maybe he wanna be me, my style, yeah, my swag, yeah, you stole it
tired of my sons thinkin’ they can compete with me, f*ck it, guess i can’t control it

[chorus: autumn!]
i told that b*tch, “you can f*ck who you want, you just can’t f*ck a n*gga who really ain’t hard as me”
ain’t got a million, it’s more like a hundred thousand in my bank, but i promise that’s fine with me
you really out here stressin’ ’bout a b*tch that i f*ck on the weekends, that ain’t even fond of me
used to get curved by this one b*tch ’til she seen the blue check, and now she really got fond of me
had to go cop me a ‘vette, i got tired of the benzo, it just wasn’t fast enough, honestly
want a republic or columbia cap, but i’m best off a bag if you thinkin’ ’bout signing me
dip for like five or six million, the only way i’m finna be in the studio constantly
come with like three or four mill’ in the tab, but he might just get left with insomnia, probably

- autumn lyrics

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