Autumn! - Foot On They Neck! lyrics
Autumn! [Benjamin Clarence Phillips Jr.] Lafayette, Louisiana/Houston, Texas, U.S 🇺🇸
[Autumn! - Foot On They Neck! lyrics]
Ha, broke lil' nigga, sit ya ass down (yeah)
Wanna fuck ’cause she see I got cash now
(yeah)
Just hit a jugg, finna cash out (What)
Hop in the coupe, it's too fast now (yeah)
Niggas in the Beamer or the Jag' now (yeah)
Skinny nigga but my pockets fat now ha
(Ayy, fuck ’em up, Dior) no cap
My niggas after yo shit like a comma
I put that shit on my mama
My foot on they neck in some Pradas
A nigga want smoke? Ain't no problem
I done put my ass in some designer
New Track2s, where did you find them?
No petting zoo, I keep some llamas
I done came a long way from the bottom
Got like 10K up in the wallet
I'm at the crib with
Your bitch gettin' gobbled
Just spent like five on
These lil' Louis goggles
Went to the H just to fuck on a model
Don't need a bitch when I got my Gabbana
Don't make this shit turn a ho to Rwanda
Black ho
She look like she straight from Wakanda
45 bullets, they hot like a sauna
I'm at the top of the charts, any genre
Lean, lean, lean, this ain’t no vodka
My money tall like Serge Ibaka
Push his noodle back
We gon’ spill his lasagna
Ha, broke lil' nigga, sit ya ass down (yeah)
Wanna fuck ’cause she see I got cash now
(yeah)
Just hit a jugg, finna cash out (What)
Hop in the coupe, it's too fast now
Niggas in the Beamer or the Jag' now (yeah)
Skinny nigga but my pockets fat now
Can't talk if it ain’t 'bout them racks now
Blatt (Slayworld Soldier)
Wanna fuck ’cause she see I got cash now
(yeah)
Just hit a jugg, finna cash out (What)
Hop in the coupe, it's too fast now (yeah)
Niggas in the Beamer or the Jag' now (yeah)
Skinny nigga but my pockets fat now ha
(Ayy, fuck ’em up, Dior) no cap
My niggas after yo shit like a comma
I put that shit on my mama
My foot on they neck in some Pradas
A nigga want smoke? Ain't no problem
I done put my ass in some designer
New Track2s, where did you find them?
No petting zoo, I keep some llamas
I done came a long way from the bottom
Got like 10K up in the wallet
I'm at the crib with
Your bitch gettin' gobbled
Just spent like five on
These lil' Louis goggles
Went to the H just to fuck on a model
Don't need a bitch when I got my Gabbana
Don't make this shit turn a ho to Rwanda
Black ho
She look like she straight from Wakanda
45 bullets, they hot like a sauna
I'm at the top of the charts, any genre
Lean, lean, lean, this ain’t no vodka
My money tall like Serge Ibaka
Push his noodle back
We gon’ spill his lasagna
Ha, broke lil' nigga, sit ya ass down (yeah)
Wanna fuck ’cause she see I got cash now
(yeah)
Just hit a jugg, finna cash out (What)
Hop in the coupe, it's too fast now
Niggas in the Beamer or the Jag' now (yeah)
Skinny nigga but my pockets fat now
Can't talk if it ain’t 'bout them racks now
Blatt (Slayworld Soldier)