[Intro]
(Thrillboy)
(Surreal Gang exclusive)
Alright
Yeah
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[Chorus: Autumn!]
Glock 19 on my side
N***a want smoke, then you know we gon' slide
Butterfly doors, like my shit fly
Still goin' up, got n***as like “why?”
Look at my pockets, yeah them hoes wide
We keep sticks, like we in the Chi'
Cuffing that thot? she couldn't be mine
Yeah, I'm with my slatts, yeah I'm with my slimes
Glock 19 on my side
N***a want smoke, then you know we gon' slide
Butterfly doors, like my shit fly
Still goin' up, got n***as like “why?”
Look at my pockets, yeah them hoes wide
We keep sticks, like we in the Chi'
Cuffing that thot? she couldn't be mine
Yeah, I'm with my slatts, yeah I'm with my slimes

[Verse: Vonte*]
You cuffing that thot, you lost yo mind
I'm fucking that bitch, I broke her spine
He wanna feat? he paying the fine
She let me beat, but she can't get a dime
Boy you should just quit, please stop tryin'
He countin' no chips, he ain't gotta dime
You ain't on shit, boy why you lie?
Tell that bitch don't touch my nine
Uh, that boy think he fly
Up this .9, now he in the sky
Can't hang around me, if you ain't down to ride
You run up on me, you must be ready to die
Clutching the heat every time that i slide
Call up OG, he bangin' the 5’s
Just look at my jeans, they one of a kind
Put on the ski’s, committing the crimes
I get the guap, yeah I get the dough
Packrun the thot, she givin' me dome
She off a flat, I'm off a 4
Movin' them packs, cuttin' the stove
I'm wit my slatt, wipin' yo nose
N***a play around wit Mooky, get hit with the chrome
I smoke that boy, now he in the O Zone
Don't play with toys, I keep a pole
Hit that lil' bitch once, come get yo hoe
Ridin' in a Rolls Royce, this shit so slow
Dont make no noise, I dont feel a soul
I'ma Glory Boy, I'm in my glo
Balling out, I'm going pro
Falling out, about these hoes
She stalling, now she gotta go
Call up Wick, he let it blow
[Chorus: Autumn!]
Glock 19 on my side
N***a want smoke, then you know we gon' slide
Butterfly doors, like my shit fly
Still goin' up, got n***as like “why?”
Look at my pockets, yeah them hoes wide
We keep sticks, like we in the Chi'
Cuffing that thot? she couldn't be mine
Yeah, I'm with my slatts, yeah I'm with my slimes
Glock 19 on my side
N***a want smoke, then you know we gon' slide
Butterfly doors, like my shit fly
Still goin' up, got n***as like “why?”
Look at my pockets, yeah them hoes wide
We keep sticks, like we in the Chi'
Cuffing that thot? she couldn't be mine
Yeah, I'm with my slatts, yeah I'm with my slimes