Autumn – What You Did! lyrics

[Intro]
Brent Rambo
Woah
Niggas really run this shit bro
Yeah
Woah
Woah
Woah

[Verse 1: Autumn]
I'm counting racks today, tell me what you did, nigga?
I made a bag today, tell me what you did, nigga? (Yeah)
My bitch ass way too fat it look a lil too big, bro (Woah)
Look at them lil ass pockets your shit on toothpick, bro
Lil bro proud of me said "Look at you, big bro" (Ha)
Got to keep my composure I told you got everybody saying "Way To Gooo"
I ride with my Slayworld soliders, xd-45 on the holster (Up in the holster)
Niggas run up and it's over, put his lil ass on a poster
Might be riding the Hellcat, might be riding that Cobra (In that Cobra)
Ha, just got some new bands, guess niggas finna go load up (Finna go load up)
Sipping on red red red, niggas ain't sipping no Cola (This ain't no Cola)
Ha, two coffee cups, neither one of them got mocha (Ain't no mocha)
Ha, just copped a piece, finna go cop the Motorola's
Ok you got the piece hook, go 'head send the bread over
Sipping on red red red, niggas ain't sipping no Cola
Ha, two coffee two cups, neither one of them got mocha
Ha, just copped a piece, finna go cop the Motorola's
Ok, you got the piece hook, go 'head send the bread over

[Verse 2: Summrs]
Yeah
You in a Volvo while I'm pushing the 'cat like a stroller, yeah
I'm sippin' on tec-tec-tec, I don't even remember being sober, yeah
It's a lot on my mind, baby
It's a lot of weight on my shoulder, yeah
As we fuck we one time, babygirl, you know that it's over
I'm counting racks today, tell me what you did nigga? Yeah
I made a bag today, tell me what you did, nigga?
My bitch ass way too fat your bitch a lil toothpick, bro, yeah
Just ran up a couple of racks, finna get me a new bitch, bro
Just dripped myself in designer, [?], bro
I'm off the Oxy and it taking my soul, yeah

[?] me, now I'm moving too slow, yeah
I'm pushing the 'cat, baby, tell me where you wanna go, yeah

[Outro: Autumn]
I'm counting racks today, tell me what you did, nigga? (Yeah)
I made a bag today, tell me what you did, nigga?
Sipping on red red red, niggas ain't sipping no Cola
Ha, two coffee cups, neither one of them got mocha
Ha, just copped a piece, finna go cop the Motorola's
Ok, you got the piece hook, go 'head send the bread over