Текст песни Baby Fewch! - Autumn!
These
niggas
lame,
my
niggas
take
chains,
so
please
don't
give
'em
a
reason
(Please,
don't
give
'em
a
reason)
Gucci
bucket
hat
from
my
heathens,
Ion'
wear
Jesus
pieces
(Ion'
wear
Jesus
pieces)
Brand
new
Chrome
Hearts
every
season,
I
get
this
shit
too
easy
(I
get
this
shit
too
easy)
Hoes
come
in,
got
to
take
they
phone,
got
to
know
these
hoes
be
sneaky
(Got
to
know
these
hoes
be
sneaky)
Addied
up,
gassed
up,
Perc'ed
out,
my
nigga
be
geekin'
(Yeah,
my
nigga
be
geekin')
Tatted
up,
ass
up,
face
down,
every
time
she
leave
me
(Every
time
she
leave
me)
Add
it
up,
count
it
up,
spend
it
all,
tell
Ced,
"I'm
tweakin'"
(Tell
Ced,
"I'm
tweakin'")
I
be
quick
to
cut
a
bitch
off
for
nun',
I
don't
need
no
reason
(I
don't
need
no
reason)
Bankrolls
in
the
door,
pull
'em
out,
make
a
ho
start
cheesin'
(I'll
make
a
ho
start
cheesin')
Seven-hundred-seven
horses
in
the
engine,
so
you
know
I'm
speedin'
By
the
time
this
drop,
I'ma
touch
a
M,
but
my
bitch
got
seventy-five
(Seventy-five)
Brand
new
Draco,
'posed
to
be
a
first-class,
this
bitch
put
yo'
ass
right
in
the
sky
(Right
in
the
sky)
I
know
for
a
fact
you
don't
listen
to
Biggie,
so
why
you
so
ready
to
die?
(Why
you
so
ready
to
die?)
Different
hoes
hittin'
my
phone,
that's
everyday
They
say
"Fuck
me,"
never
reply
(No,
never
reply)
That
shit
slow,
you
need
to
sell
that,
go
get
you
a
Scat
Pack
They
let
Doodie
out
that
cell,
he
tryna
push
a
hat
back
I
just
sent
her
to
get
her
nails
done,
just
to
get
my
back
scratched
She
already
know
what
she
came
for,
time
to
get
your
back
cracked
I
heard
they
spunt
your
block
like
five
times,
better
go
get
back,
back
I
ain't
been
the
same
since
'09,
I'm
still
havin'
flashbacks
Coulda
went
brown
seats,
lil'
bro
had
that,
said
"Fuck
it,
go
matte
black"
My
lil'
niggas
smokin'
that
gas
pack,
and
sippin'
on
hazmat
Me
and
my
niggas,
we
drive
S-Class,
'Vettes
and
Hellcats
I'm
that
nigga
just
like
Pluto,
bitch,
you
can
tell
him
I
said
that
If
a
ho
text
me,
I
don't
text
back,
but
she
know
I
read
that
Soon
as
I
land,
I
call
that
doctor,
I
need
me
some
head,
stat
These
niggas
still
think
they
ahead
of
us,
go
check
the
damn
stats
Just
went
Burberry
for
my
raincoat,
and
my
bitch
bag
match
She
know
if
she
play
her
part
right,
I'ma
buy
her
ass,
yeah
Came
a
long
way
from
them
hatchbacks,
now
it's
Maybach
catnaps
We
on
his
head
just
like
a
snapback,
better
bring
that
bag
back
I
seen
niggas
talk
that
rap
cap,
'til
they
get
they
rag
snatched
She
keep
sendin'
me
her
Cashtag,
she
smokin'
that
good
crack
My
main
bitch
can
have
a
big
bag,
I'ma
still
fuck
a
hood
rat
(Hood
rat)
These
niggas
lame,
my
niggas
take
chains,
so
please
don't
give
'em
a
reason
Gucci
bucket
hat
from
my
heathens,
Ion'
wear
Jesus
pieces
Addied
up,
gassed
up,
Perc'ed
out,
my
nigga
be
geekin'
Bankrolls
in
the
door,
pull
'em
out,
make
a
ho
start
cheesin'
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