Autumn – Could You! lyrics

[Intro: Djquincy and Lil Candypaint]
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)
-know about Autumn
Y'all niggas going up. Period
Niggas going up

[Verse: Autumn!]
I don't want yo bitch, bra, I want your sister (Ha!)
The K, it gone pop like a blister
We in the Honda, yeah, we finna blitz em (Yeah)
My bitch rock Dior, or yeah, the new Christian

[?] my niggas, we up, you can't miss 'em
Scope on the chopstick, so you better not miss 'em (Bop, bop)
The bitch had to quit to say that she miss me
Uh, miss me with all of that
She at the T, 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
Them rack-rack-racks, they speak to me different
They say, "Oh yeah, Wick on a mission"
Tried to lock in with your [?] but I guess you ain't fuck with the vision
Quick 2k off of Wells Fargo, and we hit them juggs with precision
Got sticks, but bro, is you really on go?
Cause you really live with the decision
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
We on the [?] like that shit is for fun, fuck around, put the opps on a hitlist
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
Niggas be cap in the dm, like, "Bro, this shit mid, when you ready for business?"
Too many hunnids accumulating, so you know Wicky finna go spend it
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

[Verse 2: Summrs]
I got two poles on me, don't come in that way, you know I'ma fish it
I'll still beat a 'lil nigga ass, so fuck that xd, we don't need a pistol
Yeah, these niggas be talkin' that lame ass shit, that cash shit, I ain't tryna hear it
Yeah, now we finna go take three bands out the fuckin' bank, so take me to the nearest
Don't know that lame ass bitch, keep capping for the line, now she fuck with my lyrics
Don't even know why I tried to drive the Benz off the lean, man, I couldn't even steer it, yeah
She telling me lies, she said that she love me
Put my Airpods on, I don't wanna hear it
Wake up in the morning, and thank God every fucking day just 'cause I'm living
I was broke than a bitch last year, now stack my money tall to the fuckin' ceiling
She gone fuck on 'lil Rino, she know that I'm down at the highest in the fucking city
Never know what a nigga plan, so you know I gotta ride 'round with the fucking blicky, yeah
My niggas cracking bins, cpns
What it do, 'lil nigga? Let's talk some business