​semi autumn lyrics

[Intro: Charlotte Gainsbourg]
Can you really tell?
It should be easy, passing
And yet, it's like walking through mud
KANEDA
​nightmarehouse

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane & Chief Keef]
b*tch, it's young Gucci Mane, you heard that I go coco-loco
So much money that my Pitbull got a diamond choker
I'm on a yacht, me and my plug, and yeah, we playin' poker
Sippin' coladas, smokin' ganja, he's a heavy smoker
I started right here in the city, they call me a local
I rob you blind and burn the money like the f*ckin' Joker
And if you don't believe me, ask them hoes at Strokers (Ah-ha)
So much money in the air, can't even see the sofa
So much kush smokе in the air, can't help but smell thе odor
They say I cook so many deuces, my arm need a motor
Half a pint in the Mountain Dew, now that's a dirty soda
And—and I sell so many chickens, think I work for Kroger
I'm flexin', countin' gualas, park this Lexus, I don't ride 'em (Aye)
Bad yellow b*tch, passin' unless she a rider (Bang, bang)
She is down to ride with me and she gon' hold my Glocky (Glocky)
If she see an opp, I tell her, "Pop off," she gon' pop him

[Verse 2: Chief Keef]
Ring, ring, money callin', gotta go, you not important (Ring, ring)
I'm smokin' TuTu and Tooka and countin' money, tourin' (Gang)
My Ruger hold a thirty, you can't hold a f*ckin' chorus (Click-clack)
That's eighty shots at your face, better be good at duckin' bullets (Grah)
Pull up in that Lord, that's that sh*t them hoes adore (Bang)
I pull up to the club and tell a b*tch to hop aboard (b*tch, I'm bangin')
Baby, I'm a king, I know I am not a lord (Bang)
But I'm Almighty So and that's that sh*t that I send shottas for—