Probably!

[Intro: Yeat]

Yeah

[Chorus: 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 stressin' 'bout a bitch that I fuck on the weekends, that ain't even fine to 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, Columbia, Capitol, best have a bag if you thinkin' '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' on the table, you just might get label to sign me yeah, probably

[Verse 1: Yeat]

Lil' ho, baguettes on my body, VS on my body, it hang from my neck like a motherfuckin' ornament (Go, let's go)

We just hit Louis, then Gucci, then Prada, then oowee 'cause we wanna get us some garments

Back in the day, we was sellin' the work and the Percs out the motherfuckin' back of apartments

Barber leg look like El Chapo '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 goin' where? (Rollie) Yeah, up (Rollie, Rollie)