Songtext Could you! Autumn!

Could you!

Mikey, you ain't shit
Fifty Grand
Ginseng!
Y'all fuck with Summrs? Yeah, I fuck with Summrs
Bro, I keep hearing about Summrs and
Autumn, I was just telling-
Yeah, BrentRambo put me on with them
Who are they? Like, I haven't heard shit yet
They fye?
They got the 'lil baby voices on deck
(What's good?)
(Alright)
[Coughing]
-know about Autumn
Y'all niggas going up. Period
Niggas going up

(Ha!)
I don't want yo bitch, bra, I want your sister (Ha!)
The K, it gone pop like a blister (Blat!)
We in the Honda, yeah, we finna blitz em (Yeah)
My bitch rock Dior, or yeah, the new Christian
Proud of my niggas, we up, you can't miss 'em
Scope on the chopstick, so you better not miss 'em (Bop, bop)
The Benz had her quick to say that she miss me
Uh, miss me with all of that (Haha)
She hit the team, so you better not kiss her (No)
This for the 'lil niggas that say Twinuzis pussy
Okay, the XD beg to differ (Two!)
Like, threw a band in front my nigga, I told 'em pop out for the Triller (C'mon)
Them rack-rack-racks, they speak to me different
They say, "Oh yeah, Wick on a mission"
Ha, tried to lock in with you two years ago, but I guess you ain't fuck with the vision (Ha!)
Quick 2k off of Wells Fargo, and we hittin' them juggs with precision (Yeah)
Got sticks, but bro, is you really on go?
Could you really live with the decision? (Yeah)
New Telegram message, bro said they got pints for the low, would you like to commission?
I used to ride in a Honda Accord, but the CLA better for business (Woah, woah)
We on the Tor like that shit is for fun, fuck around, put the opps on a hitlist (What!)
We in there, bro, but we still with them niggas that wrap the pack up like it's Christmas
New bitch, she only rock Prada and Fendi, just had to go get her some inches (Ha)
Niggas be cap in the DM, like, "Bro, just hit me when you ready for business" (That's cap)
Too many hunnids accumulating, so you know Wicky finna go spend it (Frrt!)
Finna go 'head and [?] fidget the way when young niggas go spin it
My Nina a slut, she gone bust if I say, so don't give her a reason to listen (Ha)

I'm in the back [?], yeah
You know that them racks finna add up, 'lil nigga
So come on, let's do the division
Prada lens on my face, 'lil nigga, I know that you fuck with the vision
I'm in the Model X, it drive me around, the fuck is a Fisker?

I got two poles on me, don't come in that way, you know I'm a fisher (Okay, okay)
I'll still beat a 'lil nigga ass, so fuck that XD, we don't need a pistol (Let's go, let's go)
Yeah, these niggas be talkin' that lame ass shit, that cap shit, I ain't tryna hear it (Yeah)
Yeah, now we finna go take three bands out the fuckin' bank, so take me to the nearest (Yeah, yeah)
Don't know that lame ass bitch, keep capping for the line, now she fuck with my lyrics (Yeah, yeah)
Don't even know why I tried to drive the Benz off the lean, man, I couldn't even steer it, yeah (Steer it, woah)
She telling me lies, she said that she love me
Put my AirPods on, I don't wanna hear it (I couldn't hear it, no, yeah)
Wake up in the morning, and thank God every fucking day just 'cause I'm livin' (Blat!)
I was broke than a bitch last year, now stack my money tall to the fuckin' ceiling (Woah, yeah)
She gone fuck on 'lil Rino, she know that I'm damn near the hottest in the fucking city (Fuckin' city, yeah, let's do it)
Never know what a nigga plan, so you know I gotta ride 'round with the fucking blicky, yeah (Bop!)
My niggas cracking BINs, CPNs
What it do, 'lil nigga? Let's talk some business (Brt-brrt!)