[Intro: Autumn!]
It's Autumn!, baby
I just gotta get a check
Shawty wanna fuck, but I only want the neck
1800 BUGGAWRLD, be the set
Always been that nigga, so I never had to flex
[Chrous: Autumn!]
Shawty wanna fuck, 'cause I'm poppin'
I already know that she toppin’
Bitch, I know you want me, just stop it
Yeah, she know I got guap in my pocket
[Verse 1: Autumn!]
Glock on me, yeah, you know it's on me
.38, turn your boyfriend to macaroni
All these lil' niggas fake, they so phony
Dummy boy, you a bitch, you ain’t my homie
Baby girl, I heard your man he be tryna clone me
Got a .223 on my side, yeah it's on me
Keep a thick bitch, I don't want the bitch if she's bony
Keep a freak ho, she gon' fuck me and my homies
[Verse 2: Summrs]
One me, two phones, nigga, I got three hoes
.45 on my hip, yeah, that's cuatro cinco
Girl you needa’ leave yo nigga, you know he a dingo
Play that hoe like a game, like a Nintendo
Red dot on his head like I’m playing bingo
And that purple in my cup, bitch I’m sippin’ on that Saints Row
Tryna’ play me like a pussy lil nigga no I can’t go
Imma beat that ass up ‘cus it’s fatter than a mango
You can top me off, but I don’t know yo name hoe
Yo bitch tryna’ fuck, tryna’ fuck me for my chains bro
Girl come pour me up, ‘til I’m sleep on the damn floor
I can’t rock with you, heard you changed on your gang bro
Downtown, laughing, yeah, smoking on gelato
I’m a million-dollar ass nigga, hit the lotto
Shooters from the border yeah, I call they ass my vatos
It’s lil Summrbangz and I’m sippin’ on dat wock, hoe
It's Autumn!, baby
I just gotta get a check
Shawty wanna fuck, but I only want the neck
1800 BUGGAWRLD, be the set
Always been that nigga, so I never had to flex
[Chrous: Autumn!]
Shawty wanna fuck, 'cause I'm poppin'
I already know that she toppin’
Bitch, I know you want me, just stop it
Yeah, she know I got guap in my pocket
[Verse 1: Autumn!]
Glock on me, yeah, you know it's on me
.38, turn your boyfriend to macaroni
All these lil' niggas fake, they so phony
Dummy boy, you a bitch, you ain’t my homie
Baby girl, I heard your man he be tryna clone me
Got a .223 on my side, yeah it's on me
Keep a thick bitch, I don't want the bitch if she's bony
Keep a freak ho, she gon' fuck me and my homies
[Verse 2: Summrs]
One me, two phones, nigga, I got three hoes
.45 on my hip, yeah, that's cuatro cinco
Girl you needa’ leave yo nigga, you know he a dingo
Play that hoe like a game, like a Nintendo
Red dot on his head like I’m playing bingo
And that purple in my cup, bitch I’m sippin’ on that Saints Row
Tryna’ play me like a pussy lil nigga no I can’t go
Imma beat that ass up ‘cus it’s fatter than a mango
You can top me off, but I don’t know yo name hoe
Yo bitch tryna’ fuck, tryna’ fuck me for my chains bro
Girl come pour me up, ‘til I’m sleep on the damn floor
I can’t rock with you, heard you changed on your gang bro
Downtown, laughing, yeah, smoking on gelato
I’m a million-dollar ass nigga, hit the lotto
Shooters from the border yeah, I call they ass my vatos
It’s lil Summrbangz and I’m sippin’ on dat wock, hoe
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