Could You! lyrics

[Intro: DjQuincy, Lil Candypaint & Lil Tecca]
(Mikey, you ain't sh*t)
(Fifty Grand)
(Ginseng)
Y'all f*ck with Summrs? Yeah, I f*ck with Summrs
Bro, I keep hearing about Summrs and Autumn, I was just telling Imani this
Yeah, Brent—BrentRambo put me on to them
Who are they? Like, I haven't heard sh*t yet
They fye?
They got the lil' baby voices on deck
—Know about Autumn
Y'all n*ggas going up, Period
n*ggas going up

[Verse 1: Autumn!]
I don't want yo b*tch, bra, I want your sister (Ha!)
The K, it gone pop like a blister (Blatt!)
We in the Honda, yeah, we finna blitz em (Yeah)
My b*tch rock Dior, oh yeah, the new Christian
Proud of my n*ggas, we up, you can't miss 'em
Scope on the chopstick, so you better not miss 'em (Bop, bop)
The Benz had her quick to say that she miss me
Uh, miss me with all of that (Haha)
She hit the team, so you better not kiss her (No)
This for the 'lil n*ggas that say Twinuzis pus*y
Okay, the XD beg to differ (Two!)
Like, threw a band in front of my n*gga, I told 'em pop out for the Triller (C'mon)
Them rack-rack-racks, they speak to me different
They say, "Oh yeah, Wick on a mission"
Ha, tried to lock in with you two years ago, but I guess you ain't f*ck with the vision (Ha!)
Quick 2k off of Wells Fargo, and we hittin' them juggs with precision (Yeah)
Got sticks, but bro, is you really on go?
Could you really live with the decision? (Yeah)
New Telegram message, bro said they got pints for the low, would you like to commission?
I used to ride in a Honda Accord, but the CLA better for business (Woah, woah)
We on the Tor like that sh*t is for fun, f*ck around, put the opps on a hitlist (What!)
We in there, bro, but we still with them n*ggas that wrap the pack up like it's Christmas
New b*tch, she only rock Prada and Fendi, just had to go get her some inches (Ha)
n*ggas be cap in the DM, like, "Bro, just hit me when you ready for business" (That's cap)
Too many hunnids acc*mulating, so you know Wicky finna go spend it (Frrt!)
Finna go 'head into Neiman’s bro I fidget the whip and y’all n*ggas go spin it
My Nina a sl*t, she gone bust if I say, so don't give her a reason to listen (Ha)
[Bridge: Summrs]
I'm in the back [?], yeah
You know that them racks finna add up, 'lil n*gga
So come on, let's do the division
Prada lens on my face, 'lil n*gga, I know that you f*ck with the vision
I'm in the Model X, it drive me around, the f*ck is a Fisker?

[Verse 2: Summrs]
I got two poles on me, don't come in that way, you know I'm a fisher (Okay, okay)
I'll still beat a 'lil n*gga ass, so f*ck that XD, we don't need a pistol (Let's go, let's go)
Yeah, these n*ggas be talkin' that lame ass sh*t, that cap sh*t, I ain't tryna hear it (Yeah)
Yeah, now we finna go take three bands out the f*ckin' bank, so take me to the nearest (Yeah, yeah)
Don't know that lame ass b*tch, keep capping for the line, now she f*ck with my lyrics (Yeah, yeah)
Don't even know why I tried to drive the Benz off the lean, man, I couldn't even steer it, yeah (Steer it, woah)
She telling me lies, she said that she love me
Put my AirPods on, I don't wanna hear it (I couldn't hear it, no, yeah)
Wake up in the morning, and thank God every f*cking day just 'cause I'm livin' (Blat!)
I was broke than a b*tch last year, now stack my money tall to the f*ckin' ceiling (Woah, yeah)
She gone f*ck on 'lil Rino, she know that I'm damn near the hottest in the f*cking city (f*ckin' city, yeah, let's do it)
Never know what a n*gga plan, so you know I gotta ride 'round with the f*cking blicky, yeah (Bop!)
My n*ggas cracking BINs, CPNs
What it do, 'lil n*gga? Let's talk some business (Brt-brrt!)