Like Ye! - Autumn!

Whoa

Whoa

Alright

Finna blow a damn bag like, yeah (Phew)

I’ma get her right back like, yeah

Me and Rino hittin' Saks like, yeah (Like, yeah)

Pink gat with the white Moncler (Moncler)

AK with a drum with a snare

Louis V boots, just got a pair

Two hoes on my dick tryin' to share

That lil' chopper sing like Cher (Like Cher)

Balenci' puffer, I feel like a bear (Yeah)

Jeans Undercover, you can’t see what’s in 'em (No)

New Takahiro, real good denim (Yeah)

I walk up in Saks, they like «Wick, how you feelin'?»

(Haha)

Gettin' money, aha, what a feeling (Aha)

Ain’t satisfied 'til I see me a billion

But, shit, give me like a year, I’ll see a million

«Wick, you on fire just like Charmeleon»

GT Carrera, yeah, this bitch go, man

Two sticks like I’m Frosty the Snowman

I just got bored, you can come get your ho, man

If you talkin' money then we can make conversation ()

Two Glocks on Wick, what a combination ()

She love that I rap, she fascinated (Love that I rap)

Really talk in the mic for an occupation

Finna UberXL to my destination

Mama always told me I was bound for greatness

Seen the money and she was like, «Goodness gracious»

Niggas set me up and they ain’t even take shit (Ha)

Put my life in his hands and he couldn’t take it (Bitch)

Put his life in the jam but he wouldn’t make it (Ha)

Have his ass on his knees beggin' God to save him (Go)

Let me catch your ass one day, that’s all I’m sayin' (Yeah)

I’m back on my bullshit, ain’t too proud to say it

But you only get one life, can’t let 'em take it

We gon' pull up, nigga, like (Buh-buh)

He see TwinUzis he was like, «Oh, fuck»

We gon' spray him broad day, don’t give no fucks (Buh-buh-buh-buh)

We gon' run in his house, tie him up, take his shit

I don’t give a fuck if it’s just four bucks (I really don’t)

Next time you see me, boy, you just out of luck

You see that 350 outside?

(Over there?)

Hey, guess what, nigga?

You better run and duck (Brrt)

Catch your ass slippin', yeah, we gon' run it up (Bitch)

Finna hit the gala, time to run it up (Beep, whoa)

Finna blow a damn bag like, yeah (Finna blow a damn bag like, yeah)

I’ma get her right back like, yeah (Get her right back like, yeah)

Me and Rino hittin' Saks like, yeah (Me and Rino hittin' Saks like, yeah)

Pink gat with the white Moncler (Bag)

Finna blow a damn bag like, yeah (Yeah, a bag)

Finna blow a damn bag like, yeah (Yeah)

I’m finna blow a damn bag like, yeah (Whoa, like, yeah)

Blow a damn bag, ha (Yeah, whoa)

Blow a damn bag, yeah (Yeah, yeah)

Blow a damn bag (Whoa, bag, bag, bag)

I’m finna blow a damn bag, yeah (Blow it)

Yeah, finna blow a damn bag like, yeah

Yeah, finna blow a damn bag like, yeah (Like, yeah)

Yeah

Oh yeah, let me get that too

What y’all got in the back?

Ha, summer

Alright, bet

Yeah, I just bought me some new Lang (Helmut)

Pussy boy, stay in your lane (Uh-huh)

Just came in with that (Bag, whoa)

Can’t smoke dope, no (No, no way)

That shit fuck my brain (That shit fuck my brain)

Nope, don’t wear no fake chains (No)

Whoa, my bitch she from Spain (From Spain, yeah)

No, I don’t understand (I don’t)

Whoa, these niggas be too damn lame (They lame)

Yeah, she hit me up on a spell (Whoa)

Boy, that chopper, that bitch go blaow, whoa

All the Saks bags give me cramps, ayy (Haha)

Lil Rino went up like a ramp (Lamp)

Light up in my head, turn on my lamp (Whoa)

Yeah, these niggas gon' know who I am (Yeah, yeah)

Walk up in Louis, «How much is this, ma’am?»

She like «Goddamn, how old is you?»

(Phew)

«You came with a bag, how old is you?»

(Beep)

«How you got that shit?

Let me know what you do» (Beep)

Walked in with one bag, came out with two (Two)

Walked in Chanel and they lookin' at my shoes, yeah (Phew, whoa)

Finna blow another bag like, yeah (Uh)

Me and Kankan fight over 'Cler (What?)

Like «Nigga, let me get that there» (Let me get it)

Walk in Prada, need me another pair (Uh-huh)

Buyin' every damn thing, know it ain’t fair (Yeah)