[Intro: Autumn!]
Ha, woah
Woah, woah

[Chorus: Autumn!]
You mad your bitch wanna text me, well, come on and test me, just know Autumar got a stick on him (Woah)
I'm startin' to think I'm a real fuckin' freak 'cause the Glock got a dick, and the AR got tits on it (Ha)
She wanna link, I'm like, "Bet, we could meet," and my brother with me, so you best have a friend for him (Ha)
You quick to say that's your brother, but is you gon' die for that n***a or go to the pen' for him? (Woah)
Me and my brothers ain't lettin' shit slide, if you slide on my n***a, then we gotta spin for 'em (Ha, ha)
I swear to God, feel like Tony Mon—
Tony Montana the way I could go put a hit on 'em

[Verse 1: Autumn!]
I don't know if Richie fuck with me for real, but when I heard this shit, I knew I had to get on it (Hey, hey)
Bitch from LA just flew in for the day, she like, "Bae, what's the move?" Told her, "Shut up and sit on it" (Ha)
Thinkin', "Should I keep the 'Vette or should I get the Porsche?" Ain't no tellin' what I'm finna spend on it (Ha, woah)
I just might keep savin' up for the brand new McLaren and cop me a crib out in LA (Woah)
I'm rockin' Gucci, the Louis, my bitch rockin' Fendi, Chanelly, Margiela, Margiela (Woah, woah)
Margiela, Margiela, Margiela, Margiela, Margiela, Margiela, Margiela, Margiela, Margiela (Woah, ha)

[Chorus: Autumn!]
You mad your bitch wanna text me, well come on and test me, just know Autumar got a stick on him (Ha)
I'm startin' to think I'm a real fuckin' freak 'cause the Glock got a dick, and the AR got tits on it (Aha)
She wanna link, I'm like, "Bet, we could meet," and my brother with me, so you best have a friend for him (Woah, woah)
You quick to say that's your brother, but is you gon' die for that n***a or go to the pen' for him? (Woah, woah)
Me and my brothers ain't lettin' shit slide, if you slide on my n***a, then we gotta spin for 'em (Woah, woah)
I swear to God, feel like Tony Mon—
Tony Montana the way I could go put a hit on 'em (Woah)
[Verse 2: tana]
If I call up my shooters, we all finna hop in that 'cedes, and we finna shoot through the top
They tell me, "Invest in myself," and I already did, so I'm finna invest in this Glock
Might load up a band worth of ammunition 'cause I'm going to war, I don't care who get shot
How you calling me weird but you dated the whole underground? Man, I should've knew you was a thot (Haha)
Man, you got me laughing and smiling, this whole situation should not be the reason we flop
To be honest, if that's how you want it then it can be that, on my mama, I'm all on your top
I know that you mad after hearing this song, but I know you won't touch me, so you better stop
I'ma keep it a band, to be honest, you look like you twelve, so I know that your daddy a—

[Verse 3: Slump6s]
(Grra)
I seriously ain't wanna violate
I can't see these n***as in person, I kill 'em with words, so who really is ready to die today? (Die today)
I can name a few n***as that wanted to test me, I ended 'em so they all know where to go (Hey, ayy-ayy)
Yeah, since we on the top, I guess we can stop with a n***a that tried stealin' my flow (Woah, woah-woah)
Wait, wait, wait
First things first, lemme call up Luisss
Who is the n***a that copied both of our trends, and when we pressed him he tried to act clueless?
Lame ass n***a tried to copy everything I do, tried to text every girl I'm cool with (Oh, woah)
N***a came out as a they and a them, you was gay all along, lil' n***a, I knew it (Woah)
Huh, she on my meat, no bologna
Can't fuck with n***as, that's really bologna (Woah, woah)
But I remember this one n***a that was upset 'bout a bitch, and his name sounded like Rigatoni (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I ended up not really caring, that n***a was stressing, that n***a was really just lonely (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
But in the end, I fall down, I'm a threat to these n***as 'cause he had to go hit up four of his homies (Oh, oh, oh)
[Outro: tana]
Jump out the house, woah
Jump out the house, yeah
Jump out the house, woah
Jump out the house, woah
Jump out the house, woah