Autumn! - 4Gseller! lyrics
Autumn! [Benjamin Clarence Phillips Jr.] Lafayette, Louisiana/Houston, Texas, U.S 🇺🇸
[Autumn! - 4Gseller! lyrics]
My pockets enormous
Outfit come from 4Gseller, you can not afford this
"Rich as fuck," like who you tellin'? I should be on Forbes list
Pockets fat enough to fuck around, how they on orbit
My bitch thick as fuck, got her a bag, and plus she gorgeous
Broke nigga, get off your ass, but I bet he ignore this
My niggas with all the bullshit, but they not Taurus
Can't step out the house without no Rick, I feel like Morty
But my chain so deep down in the ocean, I see tortoise
I ain't even start my verse 'cause we still on the chorus
Fucked his ho 'cause she say he had terrible performance
Closet full of shit, don't give no fucks 'cause I need more shit
Ain't hit number one yet, it's okay, I'm headin' for it
Just went GT3, might do some donuts and record it
Tryna go, in fact, my mama know I'm working for it
Lame nigga tried to slide on my bitch and got reported
Go against me and my bro, you might as well just forfeit
Couldn't even pop out of this one-on-one 'cause I had tore it
My brother say, "Pass the Sprite, and some Tris', and get to pourin'"
Racks in the Matty Boy Duffle Bag, how we transportin'
I feel the pain and the passion every time that storm hit
My money baby blue, like that shit play for the Hornets
Just found this NSX, I've been thinkin' about restorin'
Dropped fifty K on a motor', just to go and store it
Being rich startin' to get boring
I miss when I was tourin'
But Dre gone, it's just not gon' hit the same, it's gon' be borin'
I miss when I was tourin'
But Dre gone, it's just not gon' hit the same, it's gon' be borin'
My pockets enormous
Outfit come from 4Gseller, you can not afford this
"Rich as fuck," like who you tellin'? I should be on Forbes list
Pockets fat enough to fuck around, how they on orbit
My bitch thick as fuck, got her a bag, and plus she gorgeous
Broke nigga, get off your ass, but I bet he ignore this
My niggas with all the bullshit, but they not Taurus
Can't step out the house without no Rick, I feel like Morty
But my chain so deep down in the ocean, I see tortoise
I ain't even start my verse 'cause we still on the chorus
Fucked his ho 'cause she say he had terrible performance
Closet full of shit, don't give no fucks 'cause I need more shit
Ain't hit number one yet, it's okay, I'm headin' for it
Outfit come from 4Gseller, you can not afford this
"Rich as fuck," like who you tellin'? I should be on Forbes list
Pockets fat enough to fuck around, how they on orbit
My bitch thick as fuck, got her a bag, and plus she gorgeous
Broke nigga, get off your ass, but I bet he ignore this
My niggas with all the bullshit, but they not Taurus
Can't step out the house without no Rick, I feel like Morty
But my chain so deep down in the ocean, I see tortoise
I ain't even start my verse 'cause we still on the chorus
Fucked his ho 'cause she say he had terrible performance
Closet full of shit, don't give no fucks 'cause I need more shit
Ain't hit number one yet, it's okay, I'm headin' for it
Just went GT3, might do some donuts and record it
Tryna go, in fact, my mama know I'm working for it
Lame nigga tried to slide on my bitch and got reported
Go against me and my bro, you might as well just forfeit
Couldn't even pop out of this one-on-one 'cause I had tore it
My brother say, "Pass the Sprite, and some Tris', and get to pourin'"
Racks in the Matty Boy Duffle Bag, how we transportin'
I feel the pain and the passion every time that storm hit
My money baby blue, like that shit play for the Hornets
Just found this NSX, I've been thinkin' about restorin'
Dropped fifty K on a motor', just to go and store it
Being rich startin' to get boring
I miss when I was tourin'
But Dre gone, it's just not gon' hit the same, it's gon' be borin'
I miss when I was tourin'
But Dre gone, it's just not gon' hit the same, it's gon' be borin'
My pockets enormous
Outfit come from 4Gseller, you can not afford this
"Rich as fuck," like who you tellin'? I should be on Forbes list
Pockets fat enough to fuck around, how they on orbit
My bitch thick as fuck, got her a bag, and plus she gorgeous
Broke nigga, get off your ass, but I bet he ignore this
My niggas with all the bullshit, but they not Taurus
Can't step out the house without no Rick, I feel like Morty
But my chain so deep down in the ocean, I see tortoise
I ain't even start my verse 'cause we still on the chorus
Fucked his ho 'cause she say he had terrible performance
Closet full of shit, don't give no fucks 'cause I need more shit
Ain't hit number one yet, it's okay, I'm headin' for it