Autumn! - Composure! lyrics

Yeah yeah, yeah

I pour the lean right up in my soda (yeah)
Designer jeans, this ain't Fashion Nova
(yeah, yeah)
She wanna fuck? Then, baby, come over
Can’t let these niggas fuck up my composure
(No)
Snakes in the grass so I keep the mower (No)
She love my Ricks, yeah, she love my Owens
Pockets they fat, yeah, just like Samoans
That nigga broke, that's why I don't know him
(Ha, no)
Copy my swag, yeah, that boy, he stole it
(Stole it)
Can’t fuck with me, I done already told 'em
Can't fuck with me, I done already showed 'em
Talkin' that shit like I wouldn't notice (Ha)
Bitch, I'm the shit, you already know this
(Ha)
I don't fuck with you, don’t send me no opens
I’m sippin' DJ Phat, off the opiates
(yeah, yeah)

I swear, these niggas my clones
Bad white bitch, she all in my phone
I do this shit, yeah, all on my own
I’m boutta' blow, yeah, this shit is prone
Smokin' your dead man, yeah
That's my cologne (yeah)
I mix the Helmut Lang with the Vlone (yeah)
She say "Lovin My Fashion!"
That’s her favorite song (yeah)
These niggas mad that I'm finna be on (Huh)
Just hit my phone, when you finna be home?
Girl, you know I ain't finna be long
Try me, yeah, that boy gon' be gone
He want free smoke, nigga, come on
Try me, be like, nigga, come on
223 gon' send that boy home

I pour the lean right up in my soda (yeah)
Designer jeans, this ain't Fashion Nova
(yeah, yeah)
She wanna fuck? Then, baby, come over
Can't let these niggas fuck up my composure
(No)
Snakes in the grass so I keep the mower (No)
She love my Ricks, yeah, she love my Owens
Pockets they fat, yeah, just like Samoans
That nigga broke, that's why I don't know 'em
(Ha, no)
Copy my swag, yeah, that boy, he stole it
(Stole it)
Can't fuck with me, I done already told 'em
Can't fuck with me, I done already showed 'em
Talkin' that shit like I wouldn't notice (Ha)
Bitch, I'm the shit, you already know this
(Ha)
I don't fuck with you, don't send me no opens

I pour the lean right up in my soda (yeah)
Designer jeans, this ain't Fashion Nova
(yeah, yeah)
She wanna fuck? Then, baby, come over
Can't let these niggas fuck up my composure
(No)
Snakes in the grass so I keep the mower (No)
She love my Ricks, yeah, she love my Owens
Pockets they fat, yeah, just like Samoans
That nigga broke, that's why I don't know him
(Ha, no)
Copy my swag, yeah, that boy, he stole it
(Stole it)
Can't fuck with me, I done already told 'em
Can't fuck with me, I done already showed 'em
Talkin' that shit like I wouldn't notice (Ha)
Bitch, I'm the shit, you already know this
(Ha)
I don't fuck with you, don't send me no opens
I'm sippin' DJ Phat, off the opiates
(yeah, yeah)