Autumn! - Incase! lyrics
Autumn! [Benjamin Clarence Phillips Jr.] Lafayette, Louisiana/Houston, Texas, U.S 🇺🇸
[Autumn! - Incase! lyrics]
Might as well go send
The opps some binoculars
'cause I know these niggas always be watchin'
I might just go do some rich nigga shit
And spend fifty or
Sixty on one or two watches
XD-45, it go (Blatt) when I pop him
They thinking to themselves, "Damn
Who gon' stop him?"
Won't send his addy, it's cool, bro
We got it
He try to play me? Okay, that is not it
Same place we left him
The same place we found him
She told me, "Daddy, slow down
It do not fit" honestly, bro
I'm just droppin' this shit 'cause the Ills
Verront check was a fat-ass deposit
Can't understand how a nigga who never met me
Bеfore always got some shit to say
Talkin' crazy like niggas don't know
You ain't 'bout shit
Do anything for somе clout
It's okay 'cause my niggas really on
Some shoot up your house shit
She want a Birkin, I told
That bitch, "Buy it yourself
" now she getting out the
Bed on some pout shit
I give two fucks 'bout the
Internet, try me in person
My slay on the jump in the crowd shit
'Wood full of ZaZa, 'Wood full of
ZaZa, yours full of ha ha
We on that loud shit
We in that high rise, he work at
Five Guys still tryna talk down
He on some clown shit
My choppa big as the head on DaBaby
In case a nigga want some shit
With some bop in it
Came in this bitch with a
Prada backpack on my shoulder
Don't test me 'cause I keep my Glock in it
This ho so pretty, might buy her a Bentley
But she talk too much, told that bitch
"Put a sock in it"
I'll kill ya mother, ya brother
Ya father, ya cousin
We find out the opps who you rocking with
I feel like Wayne 'cause I want me
A milli', a milli', a milli'
But that still ain't stopping shit
We just touched down in New York, finna go
Do my milli', my milli', my milli'
My rock and shit
Remember them days it was Fruit of The Loom
Now my boxers Supreme and
My T-shirt is Burberry
Gave you a chance to come prove what you
'bout and you turned that shit down
I just knew you was so scary
I just might cop my lil'
Brother a brand-new M3
With the same color seats as a damn cherry
Lot of these hoes blaming shit on they sign
It ain't got shit to do with
You being a damn Aries
The opps some binoculars
'cause I know these niggas always be watchin'
I might just go do some rich nigga shit
And spend fifty or
Sixty on one or two watches
XD-45, it go (Blatt) when I pop him
They thinking to themselves, "Damn
Who gon' stop him?"
Won't send his addy, it's cool, bro
We got it
He try to play me? Okay, that is not it
Same place we left him
The same place we found him
She told me, "Daddy, slow down
It do not fit" honestly, bro
I'm just droppin' this shit 'cause the Ills
Verront check was a fat-ass deposit
Can't understand how a nigga who never met me
Bеfore always got some shit to say
Talkin' crazy like niggas don't know
You ain't 'bout shit
Do anything for somе clout
It's okay 'cause my niggas really on
Some shoot up your house shit
She want a Birkin, I told
That bitch, "Buy it yourself
" now she getting out the
Bed on some pout shit
I give two fucks 'bout the
Internet, try me in person
My slay on the jump in the crowd shit
'Wood full of ZaZa, 'Wood full of
ZaZa, yours full of ha ha
We on that loud shit
We in that high rise, he work at
Five Guys still tryna talk down
He on some clown shit
My choppa big as the head on DaBaby
In case a nigga want some shit
With some bop in it
Came in this bitch with a
Prada backpack on my shoulder
Don't test me 'cause I keep my Glock in it
This ho so pretty, might buy her a Bentley
But she talk too much, told that bitch
"Put a sock in it"
I'll kill ya mother, ya brother
Ya father, ya cousin
We find out the opps who you rocking with
I feel like Wayne 'cause I want me
A milli', a milli', a milli'
But that still ain't stopping shit
We just touched down in New York, finna go
Do my milli', my milli', my milli'
My rock and shit
Remember them days it was Fruit of The Loom
Now my boxers Supreme and
My T-shirt is Burberry
Gave you a chance to come prove what you
'bout and you turned that shit down
I just knew you was so scary
I just might cop my lil'
Brother a brand-new M3
With the same color seats as a damn cherry
Lot of these hoes blaming shit on they sign
It ain't got shit to do with
You being a damn Aries