Autumn! - Alot! lyrics
Autumn! [Benjamin Clarence Phillips Jr.] Lafayette, Louisiana/Houston, Texas, U.S 🇺🇸
[Autumn! - Alot! lyrics]
Yeah, yeah (Leesta)
(Blatt)
It's a lot of shit you wouldn't know
I done seen a lot of shit before
He got the points, well I'm finna score
I put her on cam like VSCO
I'm a brown Lupe Fiasco
You want smoke? Let's get it, let's go
Still pulling up in a 350
Got shooters on go commando
There's a lot of shit on my mind
Gotta stay with my 9
You run up on me? You losing your life
Tell me how you really ready to die
Choppa on me, to him, it's a disguise
These niggas fake, yeah
They friends as disguise
We put him and his friends in the sky
(yeah, Blatt)
You want smoke? Then you know we gon' slide
Yeah, no cap, you can die tonight
Got a bad bitch, she gon' ride tonight
That's yo bitch? Well she's mine tonight
So stop calling her, she occupied
D1, yeah, I'm so divine
He tryna be me, he ain't qualified
BB yeah, it hold the 9
Charged up like a alkaline
Bad thang, no Caroline
Bitch, I'm the nigga, yeah, bottom line
Turn a nigga block to Columbine
I don't chase shit but a dollar sign
Nigga a foe, ain't no friend of mine
It's a lot of shit you wouldn't know
I done seen a lot of shit before
He got the points, well I'm finna score
I put her on cam like VSCO
I'm a brown Lupe Fiasco
You want smoke? Let's get it, let's go
Still pulling up in a 350
Got shooters on go commando
There's a lot of shit on my mind
Gotta stay with my 9
You run up on me? You losing your life
Tell me how you really ready to die
Choppa on me, to him, it's a disguise
These niggas fake, yeah
They friends as disguise
We put him and his friends in the sky
(Blatt)
It's a lot of shit you wouldn't know
I done seen a lot of shit before
He got the points, well I'm finna score
I put her on cam like VSCO
I'm a brown Lupe Fiasco
You want smoke? Let's get it, let's go
Still pulling up in a 350
Got shooters on go commando
There's a lot of shit on my mind
Gotta stay with my 9
You run up on me? You losing your life
Tell me how you really ready to die
Choppa on me, to him, it's a disguise
These niggas fake, yeah
They friends as disguise
We put him and his friends in the sky
(yeah, Blatt)
You want smoke? Then you know we gon' slide
Yeah, no cap, you can die tonight
Got a bad bitch, she gon' ride tonight
That's yo bitch? Well she's mine tonight
So stop calling her, she occupied
D1, yeah, I'm so divine
He tryna be me, he ain't qualified
BB yeah, it hold the 9
Charged up like a alkaline
Bad thang, no Caroline
Bitch, I'm the nigga, yeah, bottom line
Turn a nigga block to Columbine
I don't chase shit but a dollar sign
Nigga a foe, ain't no friend of mine
It's a lot of shit you wouldn't know
I done seen a lot of shit before
He got the points, well I'm finna score
I put her on cam like VSCO
I'm a brown Lupe Fiasco
You want smoke? Let's get it, let's go
Still pulling up in a 350
Got shooters on go commando
There's a lot of shit on my mind
Gotta stay with my 9
You run up on me? You losing your life
Tell me how you really ready to die
Choppa on me, to him, it's a disguise
These niggas fake, yeah
They friends as disguise
We put him and his friends in the sky