Lil Playah, Autumn! - Sorry lyrics
Autumn! [Benjamin Clarence Phillips Jr.] Lafayette, Louisiana/Houston, Texas, U.S 🇺🇸
[Lil Playah, Autumn! - Sorry lyrics]
Can't even lie
Lot of you niggas be goin' out sad (Uh, huh)
Walk up in Neiman's, yeah lil' bitch
I'm poppin' 'em tags (Come on)
Autumn in the 'Vette, he pushin' the gas
He goin' real fast (Skrrt)
Can't match my fly
This BB the waist with a new Prada bag
I've been on some realer shit
I spent too much money on
This Prada bag analysis
I've been livin' comfy
You know Wick ain't with that extra shit
She said "Bae, don't come in
" yeah, yeah, yeah, i gotta wait and shit
I got so much money
At this point I'm givin' estimates
(Come on, yeah)
Just made me a play
Might hit me a lick in the 'Rari (Come on)
Thesе niggas my sons, my sons
I feel like I'm Maury (yeah)
I'm chasin' them richеs
Forgetting them bitches, i'm sorry
(Let's go) i'm hittin' decline, decline
Like don't call me
Can't help who I am, I got too many bitches
I'm sorry (I'm sorry)
So you don't get attached when too
Many bitches be on me (Bitches be on me)
Ain't goin' out sad
You know I keep that booty right on me
(yeah, on me)
If it ain't about money, can't fuck with it
Please do not call me (Woah)
I'm gettin' money, I feel like the shit
Back then they would hate
But now they on dick
CDG all on my motherfuckin' fit
When I walk in that bitch
I get litter than lit (Uh, huh)
Look at my bitch, she thicker than thick
(Yo')
Look at my wrist, it's bricker than brick
I'm in the Stingray, it's quicker than quick
Look at lil' Wick, he richer than rich
I got your bitch and she wet than a bitch
I just pull on her hair and I hit and I hit
Nothin' but hit's, swear to God I can't miss
And I never let off, keep
My foot on they necks, yeah
New choppa, new choppa, just got me a stick
If I let this bitch off
Your house will get hit
Freak ho just wanted lil' clout and some dick
But she can't get put on
Ain't got time for that shit
Ayy yo' Wick, is that all we should do? Haha
Fuck it, ha
Lot of you niggas be goin' out sad (Uh, huh)
Walk up in Neiman's, yeah lil' bitch
I'm poppin' 'em tags (Come on)
Autumn in the 'Vette, he pushin' the gas
He goin' real fast (Skrrt)
Can't match my fly
This BB the waist with a new Prada bag
I've been on some realer shit
I spent too much money on
This Prada bag analysis
I've been livin' comfy
You know Wick ain't with that extra shit
She said "Bae, don't come in
" yeah, yeah, yeah, i gotta wait and shit
I got so much money
At this point I'm givin' estimates
(Come on, yeah)
Just made me a play
Might hit me a lick in the 'Rari (Come on)
Thesе niggas my sons, my sons
I feel like I'm Maury (yeah)
I'm chasin' them richеs
Forgetting them bitches, i'm sorry
(Let's go) i'm hittin' decline, decline
Like don't call me
Can't help who I am, I got too many bitches
I'm sorry (I'm sorry)
So you don't get attached when too
Many bitches be on me (Bitches be on me)
Ain't goin' out sad
You know I keep that booty right on me
(yeah, on me)
If it ain't about money, can't fuck with it
Please do not call me (Woah)
I'm gettin' money, I feel like the shit
Back then they would hate
But now they on dick
CDG all on my motherfuckin' fit
When I walk in that bitch
I get litter than lit (Uh, huh)
Look at my bitch, she thicker than thick
(Yo')
Look at my wrist, it's bricker than brick
I'm in the Stingray, it's quicker than quick
Look at lil' Wick, he richer than rich
I got your bitch and she wet than a bitch
I just pull on her hair and I hit and I hit
Nothin' but hit's, swear to God I can't miss
And I never let off, keep
My foot on they necks, yeah
New choppa, new choppa, just got me a stick
If I let this bitch off
Your house will get hit
Freak ho just wanted lil' clout and some dick
But she can't get put on
Ain't got time for that shit
Ayy yo' Wick, is that all we should do? Haha
Fuck it, ha