JustDeuce, Autumn! - Resort lyrics
Autumn! [Benjamin Clarence Phillips Jr.] Lafayette, Louisiana/Houston, Texas, U.S 🇺🇸
[JustDeuce, Autumn! - Resort lyrics]
I got the Glock on me right now
I got the drank on me right now
If you want beef, then so be it
Tell that boy I got the pipe now
So he better pipe down
King of this shit, I deserve a crown
I need a bitch that's gon' hold it down
I ain't seen you in a while
You been in my head
Fuck your ex nigga, he been talkin' down
Come to the BnB, we can go round
Push out the gas, smoke by the pound
I'm high as hell, can't get off the clouds
I'm ballin', this shit is my sport
Had to smoke him like a pack of Newports
You niggas ain't real
You ain't hop off the porch
Girl this not no red-room, this a resort
He stuck on the bench while we on the court
We don't be on lack, I need a escort
She shakin' no ass, I gotta abort
She fuckin' with him, he ain't no
She on her knees, she say I'm a lord
I'm on my grind like I'm on a board
You not my bitch, so you get ignored
Livin' lavish 'cause I can afford
Can't fuck the same ho
The shit gon' get borin'
Off a perky', I'm feelin' restored
Stop tryna flex in some Michael Kors
Countin' these bands, I got hunnids' galore
I'm countin' these bands, a hunnids' galore
I get money takin' trips while
These niggas doin' chores
And I'm fuckin' on ya bitch while
You climbin' out ya Urus
I be with the Murakami
And I mix it with the Dior
Put his ass on the darkweb
Put him on the Tor
If I hear you got the pints
Then you know I'm finna score
And you know I got the choppa bullets
Hit him in his core
223, nothing less, nothing more
IS350 parked by the porch
Play with me, put his ass on the floor
Texas Tea, me and Deuce finna pour up
I'm takin' off, I can't go any slower
Ben Franklin's, only thing I adore
Ain't talkin' guap, then you gettin' ignored
I got the drank on me right now
If you want beef, then so be it
Tell that boy I got the pipe now
So he better pipe down
King of this shit, I deserve a crown
I need a bitch that's gon' hold it down
I ain't seen you in a while
You been in my head
Fuck your ex nigga, he been talkin' down
Come to the BnB, we can go round
Push out the gas, smoke by the pound
I'm high as hell, can't get off the clouds
I'm ballin', this shit is my sport
Had to smoke him like a pack of Newports
You niggas ain't real
You ain't hop off the porch
Girl this not no red-room, this a resort
He stuck on the bench while we on the court
We don't be on lack, I need a escort
She shakin' no ass, I gotta abort
She fuckin' with him, he ain't no
She on her knees, she say I'm a lord
I'm on my grind like I'm on a board
You not my bitch, so you get ignored
Livin' lavish 'cause I can afford
Can't fuck the same ho
The shit gon' get borin'
Off a perky', I'm feelin' restored
Stop tryna flex in some Michael Kors
Countin' these bands, I got hunnids' galore
I'm countin' these bands, a hunnids' galore
I get money takin' trips while
These niggas doin' chores
And I'm fuckin' on ya bitch while
You climbin' out ya Urus
I be with the Murakami
And I mix it with the Dior
Put his ass on the darkweb
Put him on the Tor
If I hear you got the pints
Then you know I'm finna score
And you know I got the choppa bullets
Hit him in his core
223, nothing less, nothing more
IS350 parked by the porch
Play with me, put his ass on the floor
Texas Tea, me and Deuce finna pour up
I'm takin' off, I can't go any slower
Ben Franklin's, only thing I adore
Ain't talkin' guap, then you gettin' ignored