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autumn! - gimme dat! lyrics

[verse 1: summrs]
f+ck that boy, he might tell on me
walk in the car and it smell on me!
i had a hammer and a nail on me
she don’t need to know where i’m at
i walk in the trap, i’m smoking on gas
in the amg, he coming in last
smg and imma blast
i’m friends with every worker up at saks
you want a verse lil bro, imma tax
off a perc, geeked up to the max
need the bandos, needed them racks
call up bando, i need a pack
i done got a k and a mac
ridin around with the drake in the back
n+gga want smoke, n+gga say less
i saw his b+tch up in payless
i put a lil hund, she go apesh+t
i need a bunch, i need that sh+t
juggin these kids like “gimme that sh+t!”
juggin lil boys like “gimme that sh+t!”
banana clip on the drake stick
ya b+tch a vegan but she ate this
give it up, or imma take it
f+ck his b+tch, yeah she take it
these n+ggas, i ain’t even wanna fake kick
ion wanna talk, ion wanna say sh+t
[verse 2: autumn]
don’t wanna talk, i don’t wanna say sh+t
just me and summrs ridin around with the bl!ck!
them racks on me when i walk in saks fifth
i miss the wock, time to green with the rick
say he want smoke, but he ain’t really with that sh+t
lil boy, n+gga you innocent
have them racks up, count up them dividends
n+ggas sweet, yeah they sweeter than cinnamon
bad b+tch off the white
girl love the clairo
no 9 on my jeans, and it cost a payroll
i be pourin up the lean, mix it with the faygo
have a sister xd, out for the draco
shooters all on my team like g.i joe
this b+tch actin like she ain’t ever heard of me
told her cl!ck the f+ckin link in the bio
pull up in a is350
my pockets so fat, that’s some fee fi fo
“autumn really that n+gga”
yeah b+tch i know
just me in my season, me in my glo
we still from oakland, that 450
it’s still free bugg, f+ck 5+0
with sosa in my crib, you know he strapped up
call up sosa guzman, no el chapo
if a n+gga talkin sh+t, imma bring the chapo
if you ain’t suckin d+ck, you gettin blocked hoe
imma pull up with the stick and let it pop hoe
and them paintball guns and them f+cking props hoe
gimme that sh+t, yeah i need it pr+nto

- autumn lyrics

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