Probably!

(专辑： Solitary - 2020)

[Yeat:]
Yeah

[Autumn!:]
I told that bitch, "You can fuck who you want, you just can't fuck a nigga who really ain't hard as me"
Ain't got a million, it's more like a hundred thousand in my bank, but I promise that's fine with me
You really out here stressing 'bout a bitch that I fuck on the weekends, that ain't even fond of me
Used to get curved by this one bitch 'til she seen the blue check, and now she really got fond of me
Had to go cop me a 'Vette, I got tired of the Benzo, it just wasn't fast enough, honestly
Want a Republic or Columbia cap, but I'm best off a bag if you thinking 'bout signing me
Dip for like five or six million, the only way I'm finna be in the studio constantly
Come with like three or four mill' in the tab, but he might just get left with insomnia, probably

[Yeat:]
Lil' ho, baguettes on my body, VS on my body, it hang from my neck like a motherfucking ornament
We just hit Louis, then Gucci, then Prada, then [?] 'cause we wanna get us some garments
Back in the day, we was selling the work and the Percs in the motherfucking back of apartments
Barber leg look like a chopper 'cause he got the gas on the gas, yeah the gardens on gardens
I'm 'bout to spoil my sis', so I bought me a Rollie, see we going where? (Rollie) Yeah, up (Rollie, Rollie)
Yeah, racks on racks, we going up (Rollie, Rollie)
And I know you mad 'cause your bitch wan' fuck
Bro keep that-, bro keep that semi, keep that tucked
Walk in this bitch with a whole lot of money on me and the blick on my side, I might die tonight
I picked the disguise, got the pole, got too much money on us, so we blow it like dynamite
And I just beat a 'Rari in a race, yeah, I was in a Jeep (Skrr, hey)
Nextel called me up, said they wan' come sign, sign me, with two ex-bitches, they both Siamese

[Autumn!:]
Niggas be bitches, I got something for 'em, you run up on me, chopper knock out your boneless
Rino just poured up a whole 'nother deuce, man, I swear it's like he never run out of soda
I made a lil' too much money this year, had to save, fuck a bank, stuff this shit in the sofa
My new bitch stay in New York, finna get some new season Moncleezy for when it get colder
She be like, "Papi, I need some Chanel, Fendi, Balenciga to throw on my shoulder"
She get whatever she want 'cause her mama's the sweetest, the only thing I ever told her
The XD, the XD, the XD, yeah, I got the XD, she be everywhere with a holster
Come test me, come test me, come test me, lil' nigga, come test me, I'm not like the rest of these locals
Confetti, confetti, confetti, shit blow like confetti, oh, what? You thought it wasn't loaded?
Driving the Z51 like a psycho, the police probably thinking I stole it
It's all I did, maybe he wanna be me, my style, yeah, my swag, yeah, you stole it
Tired of my sons thinking they can compete with me, fuck it, guess I can't control it

I told that bitch, "You can fuck who you want, you just can't fuck a nigga who really ain't hard as me"
Ain't got a million, it's more like a hundred thousand in my bank, but I promise that's fine with me
You really out here stressing 'bout a bitch that I fuck on the weekends, that ain't even fond of me
Used to get curved by this one bitch 'til she seen the blue check, and now she really got fond of me
Had to go cop me a 'Vette, I got tired of the Benzo, it just wasn't fast enough, honestly
Want a Republic or Columbia cap, but I'm best off a bag if you thinking 'bout signing me
Dip for like five or six million, the only way I'm finna be in the studio constantly
Come with like three or four mill' in the tab, but he might just get left with insomnia, probably