Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Could You!, artist - Autumn!.
Date of issue: 18.10.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Could You! |
Y’all fuck with Summrs? |
Yeah, I fuck with Summrs |
Bro, I keep hearing about Summrs and Autumn, I was just telling Imani this |
Yeah, Brent-BrentRambo put me on to them |
Who are they? |
Like, I haven’t heard shit yet |
They fye? |
They got the lil' baby voices on deck |
-Know about Autumn |
Y’all niggas going up, Period |
Niggas going up |
I don’t want yo bitch, bra, I want your sister (Ha!) |
The K, it gone pop like a blister (Blat!) |
We in the Honda, yeah, we finna blitz em (Yeah) |
My bitch rock Dior, oh yeah, the new Christian |
Proud of my niggas, we up, you can’t miss 'em |
Scope on the chopstick, so you better not miss 'em (Bop, bop) |
The Benz had her quick to say that she miss me |
Uh, miss me with all of that (Haha) |
She hit the team, so you better not kiss her (No) |
This for the 'lil niggas that say Twinuzis pussy |
Okay, the XD beg to differ (Two!) |
Like, threw a band in front my nigga, I told 'em pop out for the Triller (C'mon) |
Them rack-rack-racks, they speak to me different |
They say, «Oh yeah, Wick on a mission» |
Ha, tried to lock in with you two years ago, but I guess you ain’t fuck with |
the vision (Ha!) |
Quick 2k off of Wells Fargo, and we hittin' them juggs with precision (Yeah) |
Got sticks, but bro, is you really on go? |
Could you really live with the decision? |
(Yeah) |
New Telegram message, bro said they got pints for the low, would you like to |
commission? |
I used to ride in a Honda Accord, but the CLA better for business (Woah, woah) |
We on the Tor like that shit is for fun, fuck around, put the opps on a hitlist |
(What!) |
We in there, bro, but we still with them niggas that wrap the pack up like it’s |
Christmas |
New bitch, she only rock Prada and Fendi, just had to go get her some inches |
(Ha) |
Niggas be cap in the DM, like, «Bro, just hit me when you ready for business» |
(That's cap) |
Too many hunnids accumulating, so you know Wicky finna go spend it (Frrt!) |
Finna go 'head and fidget the way when young niggas go spin it |
My Nina a slut, she gone bust if I say, so don’t give her a reason to listen |
(Ha) |
I’m in the back, yeah |
You know that them racks finna add up, 'lil nigga |
So come on, let’s do the division |
Prada lens on my face, 'lil nigga, I know that you fuck with the vision |
I’m in the Model X, it drive me around, the fuck is a Fisker? |
I got two poles on me, don’t come in that way, you know I’m a fisher (Okay, |
okay) |
I’ll still beat a 'lil nigga ass, so fuck that XD, we don’t need a pistol |
(Let's go, let’s go) |
Yeah, these niggas be talkin' that lame ass shit, that cap shit, |
I ain’t tryna hear it (Yeah) |
Yeah, now we finna go take three bands out the fuckin' bank, so take me to the |
nearest (Yeah, yeah) |
Don’t know that lame ass bitch, keep capping for the line, now she fuck with my |
lyrics (Yeah, yeah) |
Don’t even know why I tried to drive the Benz off the lean, man, |
I couldn’t even steer it, yeah (Steer it, woah) |
She telling me lies, she said that she love me |
Put my AirPods on, I don’t wanna hear it (I couldn’t hear it, no, yeah) |
Wake up in the morning, and thank God every fucking day just 'cause I’m livin' |
(Blat!) |
I was broke than a bitch last year, now stack my money tall to the fuckin' |
ceiling (Woah, yeah) |
She gone fuck on 'lil Rino, she know that I’m damn near the hottest in the |
fucking city (Fuckin' city, yeah, let’s do it) |
Never know what a nigga plan, so you know I gotta ride 'round with the fucking |
blicky, yeah (Bop!) |
My niggas cracking BINs, CPNs |
What it do, 'lil nigga? |
Let’s talk some business (Brt-brrt!) |