Lyrics Probably! (feat. YEAT) - YEAT , Autumn!
Yeah
I
told
that
bitch,
"You
can
fuck
who
you
want,
You
just
can′t
fuck
a
nigga
Who
really
ain't
hard
as
me"
Ain′t
got
a
million,
It's
more
like
a
hundred
thousand
in
my
bank,
But
I
promise
that's
fine
with
me
You
really
out
here
stressin′
′Bout
a
bitch
that
I
fuck
on
the
weekends,
That
ain't
even
fine
to
me
Used
to
get
curved
by
this
one
bitch
′Til
she
seen
the
blue
check,
And
now
she
really
got
fond
of
me
Had
to
go
cop
me
a
'Vette,
I
got
tired
of
the
Benzo,
It
just
wasn′t
fast
enough,
honestly
Want
a
Republic,
Columbia,
Capitol,
best
have
a
bag
if
you
thinkin'
′bout
signing
me
Dip
for
like
five
or
six
million,
The
only
way
I'm
finna
be
in
the
studio
constantly
Come
with
like
three
or
four
mill'
on
the
table,
You
just
might
get
label
to
sign
me
yeah,
probably
Lil′
ho,
Baguettes
on
my
body,
VS
on
my
body,
It
hang
from
my
neck
like
a
motherfuckin′
ornament
(Go,
let's
go)
We
just
hit
Louis,
then
Gucci,
then
Prada,
then
oowee
′Cause
we
wanna
get
us
some
garments
Back
in
the
day,
We
was
sellin'
the
work
and
the
Percs
Out
the
motherfuckin′
back
of
apartments
Barber
leg
look
like
El
Chapo
'cause
he
got
the
gas
on
the
gas,
Yeah
the
gardens
on
gardens
I′m
'bout
to
spoil
my
sis',
So
I
bought
me
a
Rollie,
See
we
goin′
where?
(Rollie)
Yeah,
up
(Rollie,
Rollie)
Yeah,
racks
on
racks,
we
goin′
up
(Rollie,
Rollie)
And
I
know
you
mad
'cause
your
bitch
wan′
fuck
Bro
keep
that—,
bro
keep
that
semi,
keep
that
tucked
Walk
in
this
bitch
with
a
whole
lot
of
money
on
me
And
the
blick
on
my
side,
I
might
die
tonight
I
picked
the
disguise,
Got
the
pole,
got
too
much
money
on
us,
So
we
blow
it
like
dynamite
And
I
just
beat
a
'Rari
in
a
race,
Yeah,
I
was
in
a
Jeep
(Skrr,
hey)
Nextel
called
me
up,
said
they
wan′
come
sign,
sign
me,
With
two
ex-bitches,
they
both
Siamese
Niggas
be
bitches,
I
got
somethin'
for
′em,
You
run
up
on
me,
Chopper
knock
out
your
molars
Rino
just
poured
up
a
whole
'nother
deuce,
Man,
I
swear
it's
like
he
never
run
out
of
soda
I
made
a
lil′
too
much
money
this
year,
Had
to
save,
fuck
a
bank,
stuff
this
shit
in
the
sofa
My
new
bitch
stay
in
New
York,
Finna
get
some
new
season
Moncleezy
for
when
it
get
colder
She
be
like,
"Papas,
I
need
some
Chanel,
Fendi,
Balenciga
to
throw
on
my
shoulder"
She
get
whatever
she
want
′cause
her
mama's
the
sweetest,
The
only
thing
I
ever
told
her
The
XD,
the
XD,
the
XD,
yeah,
I
got
the
XD,
She
be
everywhere
with
a
holster
Come
test
me,
come
test
me,
come
test
me,
Lil′
nigga,
come
test
me,
I'm
not
like
the
rest
of
these
locals
Confetti,
confetti,
confetti,
Shit
blow
like
confetti,
oh,
what?
You
thought
it
wasn′t
loaded?
Drivin'
the
Z51
like
a
psycho,
Police
probably
thinkin′
I
stole
it
It's
all
I
did,
maybe
he
wanna
be
me,
My
style,
yeah,
my
swag,
yeah,
you
stole
it
Tired
of
my
sons
thinkin'
they
can
compete
with
me,
Fuck
it,
guess
I
can′t
control
it
I
told
that
bitch,
"You
can
fuck
who
you
want,
You
just
can′t
fuck
a
nigga
Who
really
ain't
hard
as
me"
Ain′t
got
a
million,
It's
more
like
a
hundred
thousand
in
my
bank,
But
I
promise
that′s
fine
with
me
You
really
out
here
stressin'
′Bout
a
bitch
that
I
fuck
on
the
weekends,
That
ain't
even
fine
to
me
Used
to
get
curved
by
this
one
bitch
'Til
she
seen
the
blue
check,
And
now
she
really
got
fond
of
me
Had
to
go
cop
me
a
′Vette,
I
got
tired
of
the
Benzo,
It
just
wasn′t
fast
enough,
honestly
Want
a
Republic,
Columbia,
Capitol,
best
have
a
bag
if
you
thinkin'
′bout
signing
me
Dip
for
like
five
or
six
million,
The
only
way
I'm
finna
be
in
the
studio
constantly
Come
with
like
three
or
four
mill′
on
the
table,
You
just
might
get
label
to
sign
me
yeah,
probably
1 Probably! (feat. YEAT)
2 Right Here!
3 Loko!
4 Mufasa!
5 Too Involved!
6 Wan Lan!
7 Fairness!
8 Comedy!
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