Autumn!, Summrs - Like Ye! lyrics

Woah, woah alright

Finna blow a damn bag like, yeah (Phew)
I'ma get her right back like, yeah
Me and Rino hittin' Saks like, yeah
(Like, yeah)
Pink gat with the white Moncler (Moncler)

AK with a drum with a snare
Louis V boots, just got a pair
Two hoes on my dick tryna share
That lil' chopper sing like Cher (Like Cher)
Balenci' puffer, I feel like a bear (yeah)
Jeans Undercover, you can't see what's in 'em
(No) new Takahiro, real good denim (yeah)
I walk up in Saks, they like "Wick
How you feelin'?" (Haha)
Gettin' money, aha, what a feeling (Aha)
Ain't satisfied 'til I see me a billion
(But, shit, give me like a year
I'll see a million)
"Wick, you on fire, just like Charmeleon"
GT Carrera, yeah, this bitch go, man
Two sticks like I'm Frosty the Snowman
I just got bored, you can come get your ho
Man if you talkin' money then
We can make conversation (Yessir)
Two Glocks on Wick, what a combination
(Yessir) she love that I rap, she fascinated
(Love that I rap)
Really talk in the mic for an occupation
Finna UberXL to my destination
Mama always told me I was bound for greatness
Seen the money and she was like
"Goodness gracious"
Niggas set me up and they
Ain't even take shit (Ha)
Put my life in his hands
And he couldn't take it (Bitch)
Put his life in the jam
But he wouldn't make it (Ha)
Have his ass on his knees
Beggin' God to save him (yeah)
Let me catch your ass one day
That's all I'm sayin' (yeah)
I'm back on my bullshit
Ain't too proud to say it
But you only get one life
Can't let 'em take it
We gon' pull up, nigga, like (Buh buh)
He see TwinUzis, he was like, "Oh, fuck"
We gon' spray him broad day
Don't give no fucks (Buh buh-buh-buh)
We gon' run in his house, tie
Him up, take his shit
I don't give a fuck if it's just four bucks
(I really don't) next time you see me, boy
You just out of luck
You see that 350 outside? (Over there?)
Hey, guess what
Nigga? You better run and duck (Brrt)
Catch your ass slippin', yeah
We gon' run it up (Bitch)
Finna hit the gala, time to run it up
(Beep, whoa)

Finna blow a damn bag like, yeah
(Finna blow a damn bag like, yeah)
I'ma get her right back like, yeah
(Get her right back like, yeah)
Me and Rino hittin' Saks like, yeah
(Me and Rino hittin' Saks like, yeah)
Pink gat with the white Moncler (Bag)

Finna blow a damn bag like, yeah
(yeah, a bag)
Finna blow a damn bag like, yeah (yeah)
I'm finna blow a damn bag like, yeah
(Woah, like, yeah)
Blow a damn bag, ha (yeah, woah)
Blow a damn bag, yeah (yeah, yeah)
Blow a damn bag (Whoa, bag, bag, bag)
I'm finna blow a damn bag, yeah (Blow it)
Yeah, finna blow a damn bag like, yeah
Yeah, finna blow a damn bag like, yeah
(Like, yeah) yeah

Oh yeah, let me get that too
What y'all got in the back? (Ha, summer)
Alright, bet

Yeah, I just bought me some new Lang (Helmut)
Pussy boy, stay in your lane (Uh, huh)
Just came in with that (Bag, whoa)
Can't smoke dope, no (No, no way)
That shit fuck my brain
(That shit fuck my brain)
Nope, don't wear no fake chains (No)
Whoa, my bitch she from Spain
(From Spain, yeah)
No, I don't understand (I don't)
Whoa, these niggas be too damn lame
(They lame)
Yeah, she hit me up on the spam (Whoa)
Boy, that chopper, that bitch go blaow, whoa
All the Saks bags give me cramps, ayy (Haha)
Lil Rino went up like a ramp (Lamp)
Light up in my head, turn on my lamp (Whoa)
Yeah, these niggas gon' know who I am
(yeah, yeah)
Walk up in Louis, "How much is this, ma'am?"
She like "Goddamn, how old is you?" (Phew)
"You came with a bag, how old is you?" (Beep)
"How you got that shit? Let
Me know what you do" (Beep)
Walked in with one bag, came out with two
(Two) walked in Chanel and they
Lookin' at my shoes, yeah
(Phew, whoa)
Finna blow another bag like, yeah (Uh)
Me and Kankan fight over 'Cler (What?)
Like "Nigga, let me get that there"
(Let me get it)
Walk in Prada, need me another pair (Uh, huh)
Buyin' every damn thing, know it ain't fair
(yeah)