Probably! Autumn! (Ft. Yeat)

[Intro: Yeat]
Yeah

[Chorus: Autumn!]
I told that bitch, "You can fuck who you want, you just can't fuck a nigga 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 bitch that I fuck on the weekends, that ain't even fine to me
Used to get curved by this one bitch '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, Columbia, Capitol, best have 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' on the table, you just might get label to sign me yeah, probably

[Verse 1: Yeat]
Lil' ho, baguettes on my body, VS on my body, it hang from my neck like a motherfuckin' ornament (Go, let's go)
We just hit Louis, then Gucci, then Prada, then oowee 'cause we wanna get us some garments
Back in the day, we was sellin' the work and the Percs out the motherfuckin' back of apartments
Barber leg look like El Chapo '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 bitch wan' fuck
Bro keep that—, bro keep that semi, keep that tucked
Walk in this bitch with a whole lot of money on me and the blick 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)
Nextel called me up, said they wan' come sign, sign me, with two ex-bitches, they both Siamese