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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Autumn!
Autumn!
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Benjamin Clarence Phillips
Benjamin Clarence Phillips
Songwriter
Ori Segal
Ori Segal
Songwriter
Xogetz
Xogetz
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ori Segal
Ori Segal
Producer
Xogetz
Xogetz
Producer

Lyrics

Ayy Nigga got me on that block list, but I'm still rentin' hot shit (Woah) Said she seen them TikToks, my driving make her nauseous (Ayy) Why would I fix yo' shit when I can upgrade my shit? (Woah, woah) Gen' five with no safety, so you better be cautious (Woah, woah, woah) I be off the shrooms, tappin' into my Christ conscious (Buffs, woah) My B' always clearin', we punchin' shit, no boxin' (Woah) They heard 'Can't Rent Anymore!', they like, "How you gon' top this?" (Ha) Okay, nigga, watch this (Ha) Please stop telling me shit that I don't give a fuck about She not tryna fuck, okay, get the fuck up out (Ayy) One gold AP, Patek just so they could see what the fuss about (Ayy) My hoes gettin' into it, they keep on findin' new shit to fuss about (Ayy) Had to have that G-Wagon took, I think it's time to buss out (Ayy) My tracksuit say Roi De Tout, my bitch pronounce it, "Roux De Tote" (Ayy) Money hit my function, where it's goin? "Hey, Siri, what's the route?" (Ayy) Hundreds blue, my fifties pink, my twenties green like Brussel sprouts (Ayy) Shoot that lil' ass boy, like he my son, I told him hush his mouth (Lil' boy, whoa) XD on my hip, 'cause that's the one thing I can't come without (That I can't come without) Still can't rent for shit, so I just buy it if I want it now (If I want it now) Still can't rent for shit, so I just buy it if I want it now (Ha) Please stop telling me shit that I don't give a fuck about (Woah) She not tryna fuck, okay, get the fuck up out (Woah, woah) One gold AP, Patek just so they could see what the fuss about (Woah, woah, woah) My hoes gettin' into it, they keep on findin' new shit to fuss about (Woah, woah, ayy) Had to have that G-Wagon took, I think it's time to buss out (Ayy) My tracksuit say Roi De Tout, my bitch pronounce it, "Roux De Tote" (Ayy) Money hit my function, where it's goin? "Hey, Siri, what's the route?" (Ayy) Hundreds blue, my fifties pink, my twenties green like Brussel sprouts (Ayy) Still can't rent for shit, so I just buy it if I want it now (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) Still can't rent for shit, so I just buy it if I want it now (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
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