Composure! - Autumn!

Yeah

Yuh, yuh

I pour the lean right up in my soda

Designer jeans, this ain’t Fashion Nova

She wanna fuck?

Then, baby, come over

Can’t let these niggas fuck up my composure

Snakes in the grass so I keep the mower

She love my Ricks, yeah, she love my Owens

Pockets they fat, yeah, just like Samoans

That nigga broke, that’s why I don’t know 'em

Copy my swag, yeah, that boy, he stole it

Can’t fuck with me, I done already told 'em

Can’t fuck with me, I done already showed 'em

Talkin' that shit like I wouldn’t notice

Bitch, I’m the shit, you already know this

I don’t fuck with you, don’t send me no opens

I’m sippin' DJ Phat, off the opiates

I swear, these niggas my clones

Bad white bitch, she all in my phone

I do this shit, yeah, all on my own

I’m boutta' blow, yeah, this shit is prone

Smokin' your dead man, yeah, that’s my cologne

I mix the Helmut Lang with the Vlone

She say «Lovin My Fashion!

«, that’s her favorite song

These niggas mad that I’m finna be on

Just hit my phone, when you finna be home?

Girl, you know I ain’t finna be long

Try me, yeah, that boy gon' be gone

He want free smoke, nigga, come on

Try me, be like, nigga, come on

.223 gon' send that boy home

I pour the lean right up in my soda

Designer jeans, this ain’t Fashion Nova

She wanna fuck?

Then, baby, come over

Can’t let these niggas fuck up my composure

Snakes in the grass so I keep the mower

She love my Ricks, yeah, she love my Owens

Pockets they fat, yeah, just like Samoans

That nigga broke, that’s why I don’t know 'em

Copy my swag, yeah, that boy, he stole it

Can’t fuck with me, I done already told 'em

Can’t fuck with me, I done already showed 'em

Talkin' that shit like I wouldn’t notice

Bitch, I’m the shit, you already know this

I don’t fuck with you, don’t send me no opens

I’m sippin' DJ Phat, off the opiates

I pour the lean right up in my soda

Designer jeans, this ain’t Fashion Nova

She wanna fuck?

Then, baby, come over

Can’t let these niggas fuck up my composure

Snakes in the grass so I keep the mower

She love my Ricks, yeah, she love my Owens

Pockets they fat, yeah, just like Samoans

That nigga broke, that’s why I don’t know 'em

Copy my swag, yeah, that boy, he stole it

Can’t fuck with me, I done already told 'em

Can’t fuck with me, I done already showed 'em

Talkin' that shit like I wouldn’t notice

Bitch, I’m the shit, you already know this

I don’t fuck with you, don’t send me no opens

I’m sippin' DJ Phat