Autumn! - Victorious! lyrics
Autumn! [Benjamin Clarence Phillips Jr.] Lafayette, Louisiana/Houston, Texas, U.S 🇺🇸
[Autumn! - Victorious! lyrics]
Woah, woah, woah, woah
I let the D-R-A-C-O chop his body up
(Woah, woah) , send the pieces to PO's (Ha
Ha ha) i I I took a loss, I'ma get
That shit back, it's crunch time, nigga
Doritos (What? Ha)
What the fuck these niggas be on?
(Woah) I gotta show you fuck-niggas
What we on (Woah, yeah)
Flunk-ass nigga, you a peon
(Woah) , Tesla gon' creep
Boy, shoutout Elon (Woah, yeah)
Went to the A, hit Lenox
Walked right across the street
Fucked a bitch in a Cyan (yeah, ha)
Red air 40, that's ketchup
But that hurricane evil dijon (What? yeah)
And Wick never lose (No) , no broke boy
I'm a victorious nigga like Leon (Ha)
And Wick never lose
(Bah, woah) , no broke boy
I'm a victorious nigga like Leon (Woah)
Them 762's heat your whip, pierce your whip
So you better have that AC on (Ha)
Finna scorch this nigga, man
Torch this nigga (Bah)
Make his ass like he left the heat on (yeah)
A-A-And lil' Rino just walked in
This bitch with that
Rod on hip so you know what he on (yeah)
Made 85K on Tor, ain't talkin' 'bout concerts
(yeah) , just ask Weiland (yeah)
Told Damani
"I need me a bustdown Cartier too
(Woah) , so we can be twins" (Woah, yeah
Woah) fuck around, pulled the Urus out, two
Cops get behind us, yeah
You know we fleeing (yeah)
She ask me why I spend a hundred
On lunch, I asked that bitch
"Do you see what I eat on?"
(A hunnid dollar burgers and shit
You know what I'm sayin'?)
(I said that in a another song
But you probably didn't catch that, haha)
I let the D-R-A-C-O chop his body up
(Woah, woah) , send the pieces to PO's (Ha
Ha ha) i I I took a loss, I'ma get
That shit back, it's crunch time, nigga
Doritos (What? Ha)
What the fuck these niggas be on?
(Woah) I gotta show you fuck-niggas
What we on (Woah, yeah)
Flunk-ass nigga, you a peon
(Woah) , Tesla gon' creep
Boy, shoutout Elon (Woah, yeah)
Went to the A, hit Lenox
Walked right across the street
Fucked a bitch in a Cyan (yeah, ha)
Red air 40, that's ketchup
But that hurricane evil dijon (What? yeah)
And Wick never lose (No) , no broke boy
I'm a victorious nigga like Leon (Ha)
Woah, woah woah, woah
I let the D-R-A-C-O chop his body up
(Woah, woah) , send the pieces to PO's (Ha
Ha ha) i I I took a loss, I'ma get
That shit back, it's crunch time, nigga
Doritos (What? Ha)
What the fuck these niggas be on?
(Woah) I gotta show you fuck-niggas
What we on (Woah, yeah)
Flunk-ass nigga, you a peon
(Woah) , Tesla gon' creep
Boy, shoutout Elon (Woah, yeah)
Went to the A, hit Lenox
Walked right across the street
Fucked a bitch in a Cyan (yeah, ha)
Red air 40, that's ketchup
But that hurricane evil dijon (What? yeah)
And Wick never lose (No) , no broke boy
I'm a victorious nigga like Leon (Ha)
And Wick never lose
(Bah, woah) , no broke boy
I'm a victorious nigga like Leon (Woah)
Them 762's heat your whip, pierce your whip
So you better have that AC on (Ha)
Finna scorch this nigga, man
Torch this nigga (Bah)
Make his ass like he left the heat on (yeah)
A-A-And lil' Rino just walked in
This bitch with that
Rod on hip so you know what he on (yeah)
Made 85K on Tor, ain't talkin' 'bout concerts
(yeah) , just ask Weiland (yeah)
Told Damani
"I need me a bustdown Cartier too
(Woah) , so we can be twins" (Woah, yeah
Woah) fuck around, pulled the Urus out, two
Cops get behind us, yeah
You know we fleeing (yeah)
She ask me why I spend a hundred
On lunch, I asked that bitch
"Do you see what I eat on?"
(A hunnid dollar burgers and shit
You know what I'm sayin'?)
(I said that in a another song
But you probably didn't catch that, haha)
I let the D-R-A-C-O chop his body up
(Woah, woah) , send the pieces to PO's (Ha
Ha ha) i I I took a loss, I'ma get
That shit back, it's crunch time, nigga
Doritos (What? Ha)
What the fuck these niggas be on?
(Woah) I gotta show you fuck-niggas
What we on (Woah, yeah)
Flunk-ass nigga, you a peon
(Woah) , Tesla gon' creep
Boy, shoutout Elon (Woah, yeah)
Went to the A, hit Lenox
Walked right across the street
Fucked a bitch in a Cyan (yeah, ha)
Red air 40, that's ketchup
But that hurricane evil dijon (What? yeah)
And Wick never lose (No) , no broke boy
I'm a victorious nigga like Leon (Ha)
Woah, woah woah, woah