[Intro] Hey glumboy Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Woah) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Woah) (Big goonie, you rockin' with LJ, fuck is you talkin' about) Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Woah)
[Chorus] Im sippin' on Fanta, no this is not tris Put the rolly on my wrist to cover the slits I promise my momma that I will get rich And I'm not backing down no, I'm fin' do that shit R.I.P to my auntie and grandma, I miss I do this for family, I do it for them I was a lil' boy, and I turned to a man I'm finna blow up, yeah you know that's the plan
[Verse] They wanna be me I feel like I'm [?] I got [?] on me I stay with the gang, got an army with me Yeah, you is nobody, you not chopping with me So, I do not care what you say The memories, know they replay My bags not starting decay I'm seeing the fakes [?] My momma told me she proud of me Fuck everybody that doubted me, yeah I feel like my name is Autumn! Put my bitches in the watanabe's, yeah Muhfuckers' wanna like me I know that they really some wannabes, yeah I already know I'ma blow Just wondering when will the time will be, yeah Crazy how fast that the time pass I was making songs off of my iPad Had a [?] I was [?], I was downbad Now, I got mad money in my bag I always remember the nights I was so sad [?], I'ma go back True colors is all I'ma show that, yeah I ain't never give a damn Autotune voice, [?] feeling what I am Bust down [?] Boy watchin all my moves, that boy really is a stan Check just hit, finna do my lil' dance Spend 300 on my brand new pants You not like me, boy you don't got a chance Purple hoodie on me feel like I'm prince, yeah Saying I'm up, but I already know I couldn't do this shit, do it on my own Sh-Shoutout to everybody that I know I do this for you, and do it for my bros Balenci's on me when I walk in the store I copped me some clothes, but I wanted some more I'm raising my glass 'cause it's time for a toast [?] Call my fit Benji, cause that shit is cold You don't know the link, and you don't know the code That boy went outside, I heard that boy he tote I feel like I'm [?] I feel like I'm Charles, 'cause I'm on my own When I hit my [?], tryna get in my show You mess with the gang, and that choppa gon' blow Put the foot on the gas, 'cause I'm not going slow Hop in the Benz, I hop in a Mercedes Off of the drugs, so they cannot tame me Got a lil' thing, know I got a lil' lady She stay at my crib, she been here a lot lately I would think you funny, you not entertaining Been in the stu', this is my form of training Know I'm not thin, baby I'm concentrating I'ma drop a lil' song, cause they tired of waiting Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah (Woah)
[Chorus] Im sippin' on Fanta, no this is not tris Put the rolly on my wrist to cover the slits I promise my momma that I will get rich And I'm not backing down no, I'm fin' do that shit R.I.P to my auntie and grandma, I miss I do this for family, I do it for them Im sippin' on Fanta, no this is not tris Put the rolly on my wrist to cover the slits I promise my momma that I will get rich And I'm not backing down no, I'm fin' do that shit R.I.P to my auntie and grandma, I miss I do this for family, I do it for them R.I.P to my auntie and grandma, I miss I do this for family, I do it for them (Hey glumboy) (Big goonie, you rockin' with LJ, fuck is you talkin' about)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
