Autumn!

"Comedy!"

[Chorus]
Chrome Heart, Ricky's on my feet, yeah, that sh*t like three thousand
I just showed her my IG, and now she can't stop smilin'
New York for the next three weeks, I'm finna go link my stylist
You could catch me in fashion week, with my young n***as wildin'
Can you tell me the reason why you respond to me?
Is it the money? Get to the fame, is it my designer jeans?
I ain't never gon' ask for too much, I just want your honesty
These n***as still wanna be me, man, that sh*t is comedy
Can you tell me the reason why you respond to me?
Is it the money? Get to thе fame, is it my designer jеans?
I ain't never gon' ask for too much, I just want your honesty
These n***as still wanna be me, man, that sh*t is comedy

[Verse]
I guess I can't do nothin' about it
I'm finna cop me a Masi', but I want a brand new Bugatti
She said she got a friend for me, told her meet me in the lobby
All of my b*t*hes a lil' boujee and snobby
She wanna f**k with me 'cause I'm somebody
n***a want smoke? Well come see about it
Bullets gon' enter your body
NYC for the weekend
I made ten racks and I spent it all, God damn, I'm tweakin'
I made fifteen racks and spent it all, God damn, I'm tweakin'
I made twenty racks and I spent it all, God damn, I'm tweakin'
What the f**k was I thinkin?
If I said the sh*t, I mean it
On the freeway, we speeding
Hellcat or the Demon?
I don't know, what you thinkin'?
n***a said I fell off, what the hell was he thinkin?
I ain't even reach my peak yet, just let that sink in
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