Autumn! - Simple! lyrics
Autumn! [Benjamin Clarence Phillips Jr.] Lafayette, Louisiana/Houston, Texas, U.S 🇺🇸
[Autumn! - Simple! lyrics]
Man, I just might pull a Weiland
Then go buy a fuckin' missile
Okay, you brought your gang, well
We got a couple extra pistols
This ho can't get off my dick
It's like she got a fuckin' fistful
They like, "Wick
How you do that?" But really
It's so fuckin' simple
I been double my net worth
But now I'm tryna watch it triple
I been crazy for so long
It's kinda hard to keep me civil
I ain't been to church in
Years, forgive me, Lord, know I'm a sinner
They can't keep up with the wave so
Now they gotta ride the ripples
(They can't keep up with the wave
They gotta ride the ripples)
(No, they can't keep up with the wave, no)
They can't keep up with the wave
So now thеy gotta ride the ripples
Lil' nigga keep talkin' down
Bеst believe we come and get you
45, it's gon' chase him down, yeah
I bet that fuckin' hit you
Man, I just might pull a Weiland
Then go buy a fuckin' missile
Okay, you brought your gang, well
We got a couple extra pistols
This ho can't get off my dick
It's like she got a fuckin' fistful
They like, "Wick
How you do that?" But really
It's so fuckin' simple
These niggas wanna be me
They wanna be like the official
Make seven bands in a week
I feel like I'm a money symbol
(Make seven bands in a week
I feel like I'm a money symbol)
(Seven bands in a week
I feel like I'm a money symbol)
All I know is money, nigga, ching, ching
Hundred racks, to me that ain't a thing
Thing
Bitch, I feel like Wayne, nigga, bling, bling
New light on the Glock and that bitch green
Green
Say he sippin' Wock', he sippin' green, green
In love with success, yeah, I'm a fiend
Fiend baby, these Balenciaga jeans, jeans
I could spend a bag, won't mean a thing
Thing
I could spend some bands, won't mean a thing
Thing
I could spend it all, won't mean a thing
Thing
I'ma get it all back, what you think, think?
I'ma get it all back, what you think?
Man, I just might pull a Weiland
Then go buy a fuckin' missile
Okay, you brought your gang, well
We got a couple extra pistols
This ho can't get off my dick
It's like she got a fuckin' fistful
They like, "Wick
How you do that?" But really
It's so fuckin' simple
These niggas wanna be me
They wanna be like the official
Make seven bands in a week
I feel like I'm a money symbol
(Make seven bands in a week
I feel like I'm a money symbol)
(Seven bands in a week
I feel like I'm a money symbol)
Ha, woah, woah, woah, woah