Lyrics Incase! - Autumn!

Incase!

Might as well go send the opps some binoculars 'cause I know these niggas
always be watchin'
I might just go do some rich nigga shit and spend fifty or sixty on one or two
watches
XD-45, it go (Blatt) when I pop him
They thinking to themselves, «Damn, who gon' stop him?»
Won’t send his addy, it’s cool, bro, we got it
He try to play me?
Okay, that is not it
Same place we left him, the same place we found him
She told me, «Daddy, slow down, it do not fit»
Honestly, bro, I’m just droppin' this shit 'cause the Ills Verront check was a
fat-ass deposit
Can’t understand how a nigga who never met me bfore always got some shit to say
Talkin' crazy like niggas don’t know you ain’t 'bout shit
Do anything for som clout, it’s okay 'cause my niggas really on some shoot up
your house shit
She want a Birkin, I told that bitch, «Buy it yourself,» now she getting out
the bed on some boss shit
I give two fucks 'bout the internet, try me in person, my slay on the jump in
the crowd shit
'Wood full of ZaZa, 'Wood full of ZaZa, yours full of ha-ha, we on that loud
shit
We in that high rise, he work at Five Guys still tryna talk down,
he on some clown shit
My choppa big as the head on DaBaby, in case a nigga want some shit with some
bop in it
Came in this bitch with a Prada backpack on my shoulder, don’t test me 'cause I
keep my Glock in it
This ho so pretty, might buy her a Bentley, but she talk too much,
told that bitch, «Put a sock in it»
I’ll kill ya mother, ya brother, ya father, ya cousin, we find out the opps who
you rocking with
I feel like Wayne 'cause I want me a milli', a milli', a milli',
but that still ain’t stopping shit
We just touched down in New York, finna go do my milli', my milli', my milli',
my rock and shit
Remember them days it was Fruit of The Loom, now my boxers Supreme and my
T-shirt is Burberry
Gave you a chance to come prove what you 'bout and you turned that shit down,
I just knew you was so scary
I just might cop my lil' brother a brand-new M3 with the same color seats as a
damn cherry
Lot of these hoes blaming shit on they sign, it ain’t got shit to do with you
being a damn Aries