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Summrs

"Outta My Mind! (Original Version)"

[Intro]
It's Surreal Gang
It's Surreal Gang, lil' b*tch
Eddie Gianni


[Chorus: Autumn!]
Ha, real good denim Watanabe
I'm the n*gga 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 sh*t to me
Leave a n*gga in the history
Take a n*gga out his misery

[Verse 1: Autumn!]
Got a cool 10 bands on me
Everywhere I f*cking 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*ggas used to laugh at me
Now the same n*ggas wanna be bros
Finna be on MTV
n*gga, I ain't even do no shows
I just count up and f*ck hoes
Really living life off reposts
That's a broke lil' n*gga over there
Nah, I don't really f*ck with those
Finna shoot a video, like (yeah!)
Lemme go and hit up Melrose
Let's ride, n*gga want smoke tell him we outside
Turn his block to a playground, we gon' slide
Kick sh*t out in public n*gga, we don't hide
Got them sticks out and we on live
n*gga 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 b*tch 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' sh*t 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 f*ck what they say when I'm not around
Used to be average n*gga, now hella b*tches wanna f*ck 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*gga 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 sh*t to me
Leave a n*gga in the history
Take a n*gga right outta his misery

[Verse 2: Summrs]
I'm gone off the drugs they killing me
You says you in love, is you kidding me?
.45 gon' take him outta his misery, yeah
Pop me a perc and hit 'em up like Whitney
He ain't T-Pain, I know she with me
Sipping the lean, my cup 250, yeah
Chanel no. 9, Chanel no. 5
I just dripped my b*tch in designer
When we hit another juug, I'ma buy that hoe some tits, make that lil' b*tch a lil' finer
Sipping on lean make me lean back like I'm in a motherf*cking recliner
Hop on the mic, hop in the stu', 'cause that's what the f*ck I desire
Light up a wood, pop me a perc, just tryna get a lil' higher

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