Lyrics Do Yo Homework! - Autumn!
Haha,
niggas
still
talkin'
that
shit
(Hear
my
jewelry
danglin',
bitch?)
Show
off
my
watch,
mama
(Oh
man,
they
hear
my
jewelry
bite,
nigga)
Like,
this
shit
not
even
fair
no
more,
like,
pssh
(None
of
y'all-,
ha)
This
shit
too
easy,
I
swear
to
God
(This
shit
too
easy)
Oh
man,
this
shit
crazy
Like,
all
my
niggas
is
really
rich
I
ain't
even
really
rich,
but
all
my
niggas
really
rich
Bitch,
if
you
know,
you
know,
do
your
homework
They
like,
"How
the
fuck
you
just
went
Patek?
You
ain't
even
that
popping"
Bitch,
do
yo'
homework,
it
hit
different
when
lil'
Wick
go
shopping
I
told
him,
"No,
we're
like
two
tickets,"
he
ain't
even
got
a
thousand
Bitch,
I'm
tryna
bring
in
like
ten
million
before
next
August
I
feel
like
I've
been
here
before,
like
I
done
lived
multiple
lives
I
like
my
circle
small,
just
me
and
a
handful
of
guys
My
money
tall,
it
look
like
it
scraping
the
sky
My
niggas
ball,
like
they
getting
close
to
demise
We
never
fall,
we
conquer
and
never
divide
We've
been
through
it
all,
that's
how
you
know
it's
real
on
this
side
Just
me
and
this
Glock,
yeah,
we
like
Bonnie
and
Clyde
Touched
my
second
M,
but
I'm
just
not
satisfied
When
I
lost
Dre
Boy,
I
just
sat
there
and
cried
I
still
have
them
days
Where
I
just
sit
and
think
"Why?"
But
fuck
it,
had
to
let
you
know,
can't
let
you
go,
you
always
on
my
mind
We
live
up
out
in
Washington,
it's
happening,
bro,
I
wish
you
could
see
it
one
time
The
way
I
stack
the
decimals
is
impeccable,
but
sometimes
I
wanna
die
His
pockets
full
of
Washingtons
and
Reginald,
you
cannot
compete
with
the
guy
I
was
just
finna
fly
out
another
bad
ho,
but
there's
way
too
much
on
my
mind
The
voice
in
the
back
of
my
head
telling
me,
"Don't
be
wasting
my
time"
I
done
copped
every
whip
I
ever
wanted
I
done
fucked
every
bitch
I
ever
wanted
She
told
me
it's
mine
and
I
can
have
it
whenever
I
want
it
But
if
he
can't
have
it,
I
don't
want
it
They
like,
"How
the
fuck
you
just
went
Patek?
You
ain't
even
that
popping"
Bitch,
do
yo'
homework,
it
hit
different
when
lil'
Wick
go
shopping
I
told
him,
"No,
we're
like
two
tickets,"
he
ain't
even
got
a
thousand
Bitch,
I'm
tryna
bring
in
like
ten
million
before
next
August
We
gotta
X
him
out
if
he
squealin',
we
don't
need
the
problems
I'm
ridin'
around
my
city
with
killers,
convicts,
and
goblins
I'm
rich,
you
broke,
nigga,
that's
the
difference,
why
these
hoes
flockin'?
Bitch,
do
yo'
homework,
it
hit
different
when
lil'
Wick
go
shopping
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