Autumn! - From A Distance! lyrics
Autumn! [Benjamin Clarence Phillips Jr.] Lafayette, Louisiana/Houston, Texas, U.S 🇺🇸
[Autumn! - From A Distance! lyrics]
It's Surreal Gang yeah, whoa, yeah, yeah
Ed-Ed-Gianni yeah, yeah, blatt, yeah
Two TECs on me, yeah, it’s on
We gon' send that lil' nigga home
We gon’ leave that lil' nigga injured
I'm a dog ass nigga like Clifford
Car got twelve cylinders on the engine
Speeding off the lot, doing donuts, yeah
I'm spinning walk up in Neimans and you
Know that I'm spending, yeah
Lil' bro talking shit, leave him missing
Red dot, hit his ass from a distance
G2, I'ma shoot it like a Piston
Look at my diamonds, lil' baby, they gliss
I walk in the club and I’m not on the list
I don’t want that lil' ho
’cause she got a lisp
Lil' nigga, you broke, go get that shit fixed
These niggas is hoes, they stay on my dick
I hop on the road and I go hit a lick
Get rich or stay broke
Which one would you pick?
These niggas be foes so I keep a stick
I dump and reload, my shit don't go click
She love all my clothes
That shit cost a brick
We smoke the whole P, he smoking that nic
I'm with my dogs, yeah, I feel like Vick
Watch out for the laws, you gotta be quick
(Gianni) ain’t no plan B, I can't quit
In the bank feeling like the shit
You can't stand me, nigga, sit
I done glowed up, "Look at Wick"
Two TECs on me, yeah, it's on
We gon' send that lil' nigga home
We gon' leave that lil' nigga injured
I'm a dog ass nigga like Clifford
Car got twelve cylinders on the engine
Speeding off the lot, doing donuts, yeah
I'm spinning walk up in Neimans and you
Know that I'm spending, yeah
Ed-Ed-Gianni yeah, yeah, blatt, yeah
Two TECs on me, yeah, it’s on
We gon' send that lil' nigga home
We gon’ leave that lil' nigga injured
I'm a dog ass nigga like Clifford
Car got twelve cylinders on the engine
Speeding off the lot, doing donuts, yeah
I'm spinning walk up in Neimans and you
Know that I'm spending, yeah
Lil' bro talking shit, leave him missing
Red dot, hit his ass from a distance
G2, I'ma shoot it like a Piston
Look at my diamonds, lil' baby, they gliss
I walk in the club and I’m not on the list
I don’t want that lil' ho
’cause she got a lisp
Lil' nigga, you broke, go get that shit fixed
These niggas is hoes, they stay on my dick
I hop on the road and I go hit a lick
Get rich or stay broke
Which one would you pick?
These niggas be foes so I keep a stick
I dump and reload, my shit don't go click
She love all my clothes
That shit cost a brick
We smoke the whole P, he smoking that nic
I'm with my dogs, yeah, I feel like Vick
Watch out for the laws, you gotta be quick
(Gianni) ain’t no plan B, I can't quit
In the bank feeling like the shit
You can't stand me, nigga, sit
I done glowed up, "Look at Wick"
Two TECs on me, yeah, it's on
We gon' send that lil' nigga home
We gon' leave that lil' nigga injured
I'm a dog ass nigga like Clifford
Car got twelve cylinders on the engine
Speeding off the lot, doing donuts, yeah
I'm spinning walk up in Neimans and you
Know that I'm spending, yeah