Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Could You! , by - Autumn!. Release date: 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!) |