Field*/Private Jet! lyrics

[Part I: Field*]

[Intro]
Woah, woah
Woah
Yeah

[Chorus: Autumn!]
Mama told me I'm a legend in the making
Music or juggin', don't know how I'ma make it (Yeah, yuh)
Ha, for real though (Yeah)
n*gga want smoke we gon' kill bro
Big bro still in the field though (Woah)
Still tryna count up a mil' though (Woah, woah)
All red coupe with the engine in the rear though (Woah)
These n*ggas lames, they weirdos (Woah)
Other n*ggas nah I don't fear those (Yeah)
M's in the bank, yeah I'm near those (Yeah)
Still tryna cop me a Benzo'
Still tryna cop me a Benzo'
Nah we ain't f*ckin' with the rentals

[Verse: Vonte*]
Huh, yeah, nah we ain't f*cking with the rentals
All black coupe, yeah SL Benzo'
Talkin' that sh*t, get popped like a pimple
I get a bag lil' boy that’s the memo
I get a bag, lil' boy its so simple
Lil' Huncho quick flip count it up tenfold
Boy I’m on big sh*t, these n*ggas little (Yeah, yeah, huh, yeah)
He got a stick boy we know that boy ain't spraying
All on her knees, but that b*tch ain't praying
Came with a beam, n*gga we ain't playing
Yeah, left ya momma praying
Don't wanna talk, these n*ggas they be playing
Don't wanna talk, these n*ggas they ain't paying, ha, ha
"Vonte how you do that?"
Good dope, yeah, move that
Oh you gotta a stick, huh? Shoot that
G26 make a lil' n*gga move back
Yea, move back
Yea, knew that
n*ggas be broke, I knew that
n*ggas be broke, I knew that
[Chorus: Autumn!]
Mama told me I'm a legend in the making
Music or juggin', don't know how I'ma make it (Yeah, yuh)
Ha, for real though (Yeah)
n*gga want smoke we gon' kill bro
Big bro still in the field though (Woah)
Still tryna count up a mil' though (Woah, woah)
All red coupe with the engine in the rear though (Woah)
These n*ggas lames, they weirdos (Woah)
Other n*ggas nah I don't fear those (Yeah)
M's in the bank, yeah I'm near those (Yeah)
Still tryna cop me a Benzo'
Still tryna cop me a Benzo'
Nah we ain't f*ckin' with the rentals

[Part II: Private Jet!]

[Intro]
Woah
Woah
Woah
It's Surreal Gang lil b*tch, haha
Eddie Gianni
Woah

[Chorus: Autumn!]
Whats that on my teeth? Baby that's diamonds
Richard Mille plain, perfect timing
On a lil' PJ, baby I'm flying
Tramadol, Tramadol, high as a pilot
I don't trust these hoes, they got mileage
Lil' ass pockets, they childish
These lame n*ggas so childish
She say "Autumnar you so stylish" (Woah)
[Verse: Vonte*]
Ha, I need some bands, hit up Weiland
Yea, these lil' n*ggas be wildin', huh
That lil' hoe off a molly
Lets go hit up Follies
She gon' pop it like a ollie
I'm gon' beat it up like Ali
Damn, that's another body
Christian Dior on my shoes
Baby girl, I'm way too rude
Came in this b*tch, with my troops
Came—came with a blick, I'm gon' shoot
Ksubi jeans, don’t rock no trues
.223 right at your roof
RPMs go through the roof
R—R—RPMs right through the roof
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Eddie Gianni)
Perc 10, yeah okay
Semi, yeah okay
Hundred bands, uh okay (It's Surreal Gang lil b*tch, haha)
Lean, lean, lean, okay
Try me we gon' spray
I can't go out sad no way (No)

[Chorus: Autumn!]
Whats that on my teeth? Baby that's diamonds
Richard Mille plain, perfect timing
On a lil' PJ, baby I'm flying
Tramadol, Tramadol, high as a pilot
I don't trust these hoes, they got mileage
Lil' ass pockets, they childish
These lame n*ggas so childish
She say "Autumnar you so stylish" (Woah)