Lyrics from Snippet

[Intro]
Woah, woah
(It's Surreal Gang)
(It's Surreal Gang, lil' bitch)
Yeah, yeah
(Eddie Gianni)
Yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Autumn!]
Ha, real good denim, Watanabe
I'm the n***a that they wanna be
Walk in Met Gala they follow me
Walk up at Saks they say hi to me
Spent a rack on these shoes, it ain't shit to me
Leave a n***a in the history
Take a n***a out his misery

[Verse 1: Autumn!]
Got a cool 10 bands on me
Everywhere I fucking go
I remember when I was broke
Now my shoe size on my toe
Now it's Prada on Louis V
When I'm picking up my loaves
N***as used to laugh at me
Now the same n***as wanna be bros
Finna be on MTV
N***a, I ain't even do no shows
I just count up and fuck hoes
Really living life off reposts
That's a broke lil' n***a over there
Nah, I don't really fuck with those
Finna shoot a video, Like Ye!
Lemme go and hit up Melrose
Let's ride, n***a want smoke tell him we outside
Turn his block to a playground, we gon' slide
Kick shit out in public n***a, we don't hide
Got them sticks out and we on live
N***a try us low, we gonna kill him on live
Call up lil' Rino, let's go to VLive
Seen the clout now she wanna be mine
Kick the bitch out she out of her mind
Tramadols got me out of my mind
Perkys got me out of my mind
Good drank got me out of my mind
Whole lotta' shit I gotta get off my mind
Taking that money then hit my line
Finna hit a juug then hit my line
I've been way ahead of my time
It was hard to stay up when I was down
All this money got me thinking, who really gonna be with me when I go down?
I done came a long way, I don't really give a fuck what they say when I'm not around
Used to be average n***a, now hella bitches wanna fuck me when I'm in town
It was so many people used to talk down on me, now they really tryna steal my sound
[Chorus: Autumn!]
Ha, real good denim, Watanabe
I'm the n***a that they wanna be
I walk in Met Gala they follow me
Walk up at Saks they say hi to me
Bend them Balencis, you know that ain't shit to me
Leave a n***a in the history
Take a n***a right outta his misery

[Verse 2: Summrs]
I'm gone off the drugs, they killin' me
Bitch say she in love, is you kidding me?
.45 gon' take him outta his misery, yeah
Pop me a Perc and hit a note like Whitney
RIP Aunty Pam, I know she with me
Sippin' the lean, my cup too filthy, yeah
Chanel no. 9, Chanel no. 5, I just dripped my bitch in designer
When we hit another jugg, I'ma buy that hoe some tits, make that lil' bitch a lil' finer
Sippin' on lean make me lean back like I'm in a motherfuckin' recliner
Hop on the mic, hop in the stu'
'Cause that's what the fuck I desire
Light up a Wood, pop me a Perc
Just tryna get a lil' higher