Autumn! - Pronto! lyrics
Autumn! [Benjamin Clarence Phillips Jr.] Lafayette, Louisiana/Houston, Texas, U.S 🇺🇸
[Autumn! - Pronto! lyrics]
(Bitch, haha) had to get it out the mud, had
To get it out the top row, yeah
And I'm sippin' on this mud
Feelin' like I'm finna die slow (yeah)
Big boolin' with my bloods
Kickin' shit with my vatos (Fuck you man)
Yeah
Countin' up them blues
I be countin' up them hunchos
And my bitch'll shoot a tool
She like Kissin' Kate Barlow
Pull up in a M6
She wanna see how fast the car go
Runnin' up the blue strips like
I live in Wells Fargo
Your old man ride the bus
Bet y'all steal in Forgiato's
Walk right through this bitch like
I hit the fuckin' lotto
Nigga said he want a feat
Hit my PayPal pronto
All about my cheese, yeah, I need mucho nacho
Nigga steady watchin' me
Like my life is a talk show (Lil, bitch)
Yeah, Had to get it out the mud
Had to get it out the top row (yeah)
And I'm sippin' on this mud
Feelin' like I'm finna die slow (yeah)
Big boolin' with my bloods
Kickin' shit with my vatos
Ridin' with them sticks like
I live in Chicago
Nigga you could try your luck
I know you don't want no smoke (yeah, yeah)
He don't want cancer, for real (yeah)
My bitch a dancer, for real (yeah)
You better get, for real (yeah)
My niggas gon' handle, for real (yeah, yeah)
Pull up with them blowers, for real
(Fuck you man)
Get caught in that, for real (yeah)
Ain't your bro, ain't your family, for real
(yeah) watch your mouth, watch your grammar
For real
Tell that bitch I'ma go in, for real
For real (For real, for real)
These niggas be cappin', for real, for real
(For real, for real)
If that nigga try me, for real, for real
(For real, for real)
He don't get to pass, for real, for real
(For real, for real)
Countin' up them blues
I be countin' up them hunchos (yeah, yeah)
And my bitch'll shoot a tool
She like Kissin' Kate Barlow (Ayy)
Pull up in a M6
She wanna see how fast the car go (yeah)
Runnin' up the blue strips like
I live in Wells Fargo (yeah)
Your old man ride the bus
Bet y'all steal in Forgiato's (Lil, bitch)
Walk right through this bitch like
I hit the fuckin' lotto
Nigga said he want a feat
Hit my PayPal pronto
All about my cheese, yeah, I need mucho nacho
(yeah, yeah)
To get it out the top row, yeah
And I'm sippin' on this mud
Feelin' like I'm finna die slow (yeah)
Big boolin' with my bloods
Kickin' shit with my vatos (Fuck you man)
Yeah
Countin' up them blues
I be countin' up them hunchos
And my bitch'll shoot a tool
She like Kissin' Kate Barlow
Pull up in a M6
She wanna see how fast the car go
Runnin' up the blue strips like
I live in Wells Fargo
Your old man ride the bus
Bet y'all steal in Forgiato's
Walk right through this bitch like
I hit the fuckin' lotto
Nigga said he want a feat
Hit my PayPal pronto
All about my cheese, yeah, I need mucho nacho
Nigga steady watchin' me
Like my life is a talk show (Lil, bitch)
Yeah, Had to get it out the mud
Had to get it out the top row (yeah)
And I'm sippin' on this mud
Feelin' like I'm finna die slow (yeah)
Big boolin' with my bloods
Kickin' shit with my vatos
Ridin' with them sticks like
I live in Chicago
Nigga you could try your luck
I know you don't want no smoke (yeah, yeah)
He don't want cancer, for real (yeah)
My bitch a dancer, for real (yeah)
You better get, for real (yeah)
My niggas gon' handle, for real (yeah, yeah)
Pull up with them blowers, for real
(Fuck you man)
Get caught in that, for real (yeah)
Ain't your bro, ain't your family, for real
(yeah) watch your mouth, watch your grammar
For real
Tell that bitch I'ma go in, for real
For real (For real, for real)
These niggas be cappin', for real, for real
(For real, for real)
If that nigga try me, for real, for real
(For real, for real)
He don't get to pass, for real, for real
(For real, for real)
Countin' up them blues
I be countin' up them hunchos (yeah, yeah)
And my bitch'll shoot a tool
She like Kissin' Kate Barlow (Ayy)
Pull up in a M6
She wanna see how fast the car go (yeah)
Runnin' up the blue strips like
I live in Wells Fargo (yeah)
Your old man ride the bus
Bet y'all steal in Forgiato's (Lil, bitch)
Walk right through this bitch like
I hit the fuckin' lotto
Nigga said he want a feat
Hit my PayPal pronto
All about my cheese, yeah, I need mucho nacho
(yeah, yeah)