Autumn, Summrs - What You Did! lyrics

(BrentRambo) woah
Niggas really run this shit bro yeah
Woah woah
Woah

I'm counting racks today
Tell me what you did nigga?
I made a bag today
 tell me what you did nigga?  (yeah)
My bitch ass way too fat
It look a lil too big bro (Woah)
Look at them lil ass pockets
Your shit on toothpick bro
Lil bro proud of me, said "Look at you
Big bro" (Ha)
Got to keep my composure
I told you got everybody saying "Way To Go"
I ride with my Slayworld soldiers
XD-45 on the holster (Up in the holster)
Niggas run up and it's over
Put his lil' ass on a poster
Might be riding the Hellcat
Might be riding that Cobra (In that Cobra)
Ha, just got some new bands
Guess niggas finna go load up
(Finna go load up) sipping on red red red
Niggas ain't sippin' no Cola
(This ain't no Cola) ha, two coffee cups
Neither one of them got mocha
(Ain't no mocha) ha, just copped a piece
Finna go cop the Motorola's
Ok you got the piece hook
Go 'head send the bread over
Sipping on red red red
Niggas ain't sippin' no Cola
Ha, two coffee cups
Neither one of them got mocha
Ha, just copped a piece
Finna go cop the Motorola's
Ok, you got the piece hook
Go 'head send the bread over

Yeah you in a Volvo while I'm pushing
The 'cat like a stroller, yeah
I'm sippin' on Tech Tech Tech, I
Don't even remember being sober, yeah
It's a lot on my mind baby, it's
A lot of weight on my shoulder, yeah
As we fuck one time, babygirl
You know that it's over, yeah
I'm counting racks today
Tell me what you did nigga? yeah
I made a bag today, tell me what you did
Nigga? My bitch ass way too fat your
Bitch a lil' toothpick, bro, yeah
Just ran up a couple of racks
Finna get me a new bitch, bro
Just dripped myself in designer, let's
Take a new pic', bro
I'm off the Oxy and it taking my soul, yeah
That Hi Tech inside me, now
I'm moving too slow, yeah
I'm pushing the 'cat, baby, tell
Me where you wanna go, yeah

I'm counting racks today
Tell me what you did nigga? (yeah)
I made a bag today
Tell me what you did nigga?
Sipping on red red red
Niggas ain't sipping no Cola
Ha, two coffee cups
Neither one of them got mocha
Ha, just copped a piece
Finna go cop the Motorola's
Ok, you got the piece hook
Go 'head send the bread over