autumn (feat. BBY KODIE) - hako

With all that bullshit you probably on With all that bullshit you probably on With all that bullshit you probably on With all that bullshit you probably on Finna mask up, go duck dodger Face paint on like Heath, pardon my interruption Old soul, young bod, Benjamin button Hand me a wrap I can fill it with something Rock in my chair Imma be here a minute But smoking on something that make me feel lifted Hold up Only in the H will I pull up, wait Bad chick calling my phone up Wrong number hoe, I got some shit to do So I gotta go I'm in VA chilling with bro He got the smoke, got it for low I'm taking that shit and I'm flipping in higher You need some dick I'm the best supplier No Jim Carrey, ain't no Liar, Liar Midas in my glove Midas, Midas in my glove Yeah you think you fuckin golden but I do not give a fuck All of that bullshit you probably on All of that bullshit you probably on All of that bullshit you probably on All of that bullshit you probably on Shits starting out to get oppressive I might have to check on the peasants Priest like a reverend But I talked to the rabbi to ease my depression See I seek out the ones who gonna help And you seek out the ones who gonna hide from the message See I don't play with the cards I was dealt I hop in the lab and then make a profession I treat the game like a double, I'm working from morning to close And throw out my rolls, and hop in the Rolls Double R baby, a rose from a rose My mom was a goddess, you know how that goes Aphrodite had the sun that arose God of fear that I properly chose So don't even come to me with all that bullshit you probably on Midas in my glove Midas, Midas in my glove Yeah you think you fuckin golden but I do not give a fuck All of that bullshit you probably on All of that bullshit you probably on All of that bullshit you probably on All of that bullshit you probably on

With all that bullshit you probably on With all that bullshit you probably on With all that bullshit you probably on With all that bullshit you probably on Finna mask up, go duck dodger Face paint on like Heath, pardon my interruption Old soul, young bod, Benjamin button Hand me a wrap I can fill it with something Rock in my chair Imma be here a minute But smoking on something that make me feel lifted Hold up Only in the H will I pull up, wait Bad chick calling my phone up Wrong number hoe, I got some shit to do So I gotta go I'm in VA chilling with bro He got the smoke, got it for low I'm taking that shit and I'm flipping in higher You need some dick I'm the best supplier No Jim Carrey, ain't no Liar, Liar Midas in my glove Midas, Midas in my glove Yeah you think you fuckin golden but I do not give a fuck All of that bullshit you probably on All of that bullshit you probably on All of that bullshit you probably on All of that bullshit you probably on Shits starting out to get oppressive I might have to check on the peasants Priest like a reverend But I talked to the rabbi to ease my depression See I seek out the ones who gonna help And you seek out the ones who gonna hide from the message See I don't play with the cards I was dealt I hop in the lab and then make a profession I treat the game like a double, I'm working from morning to close And throw out my rolls, and hop in the Rolls Double R baby, a rose from a rose My mom was a goddess, you know how that goes Aphrodite had the sun that arose God of fear that I properly chose So don't even come to me with all that bullshit you probably on Midas in my glove Midas, Midas in my glove Yeah you think you fuckin golden but I do not give a fuck All of that bullshit you probably on All of that bullshit you probably on All of that bullshit you probably on All of that bullshit you probably on

What's good How you doing How you feeling today What's up I don't know I'm feeling okay This shit Got me feeling some type a way Some type a way Some type a way What's good How you doing How you feeling today What's up I don't know I'm feeling okay This shit Got me feeling some type a way Some type a way Some type a way Bitch Don't act like you know me or something You Always walk in here carrying nothing My Pockets always need to be with the stuffin Why Every time you talk you bluffin That mouth You should prolly just stuff it I was down on my luck Now I'm getting these buckets Look I'm steph from the free Don't be fucking with me I'll ross your ass over If you cross with me Aye Reading gaining knowledge Yeah my brain getting stronger Copped another O Now I'm smoking Tommy Tonga Baby don't you come in here Bringing all that drama Low tolerance for bullshit Can't take it any longer What's good How you doing How you feeling today What's up I don't know I'm feeling okay This shit Got me feeling some type a way Some type a way Some type a way What's good How you doing How you feeling today What's up I don't know I'm feeling okay This shit Got me feeling some type a way Some type a way Some type a way Hol' on Said you got racks but I don't see it that way We don't compare 20/20 I don't see it that way Vision clear This rack shit easy But I don't compete in that way Keep my hands up and stack my bread That's the easy way to keep a young nigga out the feds It's the easy way nigga I'm preaching I'm dead The racks stacked tall from the feet to my head And I'm linked up with bread Tunnel vision is red If these nigga wanna try me Put the MAC up instead Really wet up yah bed Really wet up yah whole house These nigga rats I don't care bout a whole mouse These nigga hoes That I don't give a fuck bout Plaque shit Grammy Screaming out fuck clout Kodie What's good How you doing How you feeling today What's up I don't know I'm feeling okay This shit Got me feeling some type a way Some type a way Some type a way What's good How you doing How you feeling today What's up I don't know I'm feeling okay This shit Got me feeling some type a way Some type a way Some type a way

Yeah, niggas wanted beat so we gave it Niggas wanted heat so we gave it Iced out, new watch, no saving, uh My pockets still going through inflation Why these niggas still tapping in they savings? Why these niggas still ratting, telling statements? Clam pie colored coupe, me and Stacey Dash on a bitch, I don't care if niggas hate me 86 lift, no belt, no safety Bag on a bitch if the bitch wanna chase me She wanna fuck but that bitch not a ten though Please back up, bitch, hands out the Benz-o Bitch got mad, quit staining my window Bitch tryna brag but you lamer than your friends,hoе Creepy ass hoe tryna fuck I ain't worry 'bout a hoе or a slut Niggas really want smoke so it's up It's quiet, so when you niggas really pullin' up? You lying, so why you niggas really think you tough? You dying, 'cause I be talking shit and now it's stuck Uh, how you upgrade your life but stuck in the same place? Broke in the same place How you do shit for so damn long, and be stuck in the same place? Living at the same rate It's dead, we throwin' it out Can't get it myself then we going without Be hard in the streets and be hard in the mouth He talking the shits but we callin' him out Wordplay slicker than juice On my worst day I'm prettier than you Want a beat so we send him to Ωeus New Glock sitting right in my coupe Oh, my God, wait, hold on, oops Oh, my God, wait, hold on La la, la la, la Want it all La la, la la, la Oh, my motherfucking God, no, he didn't It's Kodie K K's No need to talk shit, 'cause your boyfriend jealous She say that I'm selfish Ain't no need to get mad when no ass, he a pelvis Girl, that ass going down Got my headphones beating, bah, dun, bah, dun, dun Beat that ass till they down No need for the Glock, no need for the drum

(Let's go) (Let's go) (Come on, come on, come on) Yep I'm 16, and I made a million If you cannot talk about money, then listen I was counting my racks in the kitchen Got Vetements over my body and Christian's Call my bros, they be on bout' some mission If I made a plan, than you better just stick to it You say you my girl, but you dancing on laps Lil' bitch is your motherfuckin rent due? I made a mil' and these bitches, they just like to mimic Got chrome like I came out the matrix I'm moving around like im getting 'Fosho, fosho' She told me "hako you famous" I'm moving round' town I be going up Show for show, I thought I told you i'd make it? I fucked that bitch in the back of the beamer Lil bitch, she mad cuz' she knows I get riches Move, and step Got 100 bands by my side (100 bands by my side) Move, go back 2's is all I ride (2's is all I ride) Fuck, than dip, got 100 rounds by my side Black, or white Like Oreo's oh my God I'm 16, and I made a million If you cannot talk about money, then listen I was counting my racks in the kitchen Got Vetements over my body and Christian's Call my bros, they be on bout' some mission If I made a plan, than you better just stick to it You say you my girl, but you dancing on laps Lil' bitch is your motherfuckin rent due?

(Ooh) (Yeah) When she talk I just cover my ears I got both of my brothers on fields Post your chain but my shit cost a mil I don't think this love is real I got bitches across the globe Moving in and I guarantee kills You're not my lover, my hoe So when she tells me she got a man's I say So what? So what? So what? So what? So what? So what? So what? So what? (So) So what? So what? So what? So what? So what? So what? So what? So what? I took your bitch so what? She probably wants to cut I fucked that bitch in the back of the stu She never give, no fucks Friends told me that she done shit I don't think she is a slut bg But i got like 25 mouths Around my name I'm not gon give up Told my self i'm gon be right I treated you well I treated you special But when you're around it is on sight I done moved around The city of demons Where bros don't even give a fuck If you come baby it's up I know you want me, want me, want me I'm also trying to give up (Woah Woah) So what? So what? So what? So what? So what? So what? When she talk I just cover my ears I got both of my brothers on fields Post your chain but my shit cost a mil I don't think this love is real I got bitches across the globe Moving in and I guarantee kills You're not my lover, my hoe So when she tells me she got a man's I say So what? Move round the city with luck You're not my girl Gotta cut I got my rick owens on my feet Be honest baby what's up So many rumours Need therapy Gotta escape from the love When i shake shit better dance I got diamonds on my finger. Her butt Switched for nothing Switching stance Ring cost me couple a bucks Margiela my sweater My pants I can't remember the love Just be honest with me Just be honest with me Girl (Outro)