Autumn Breeze

Like Kusher I'm Ashin
Blunts never passing
Smoke filling up the van
In Miami still fuck a tan
Give a motherfuck bout what you rep
What you rep
Azmatic gang till the fucking death
Till the death

Down town jazz blasting in my fuckin whip
Don't you come round acting like you knew me as a jitt
Pussy boy
I don't fuck with you
Heard it through the grape vine
All them words that you tryna spew

Yeah that brother starving, he want himself some clout
Yet he cannot see what truly means, and what it's all about
Los the General of the South
Pull up to my spot I promise we gon air it out
Yeah that brother starving, he want himself some clout
Yet he cannot see what truly means, and what it's all about
Los the General of the South
Pull up to my spot I promise we gon air it out