Replica! Lyrics – Autumn!
Woah, woah, woah, woah
She gone do what I say so, ’cause she know I’m tee’d up
Mama just hit my payphone, told me it’s time to tee up
I’m tired of my old hoes, guess it’s time to go re-up
*** up next, ***, we up
GLS but it’s Maybach, I’m ridin’ round with my feet up
That’s another M on the way every time I pull them beats up
Put fifty K right in her face, I bet that lil’ ho freeze up
You a people pleaser, you gon’ *** your lil’ knees up
I know she a keeper, she on my hip like beeper
How you tryna sneak diss? You can’t afford my sneakers
And these just my beaters
I came up off visas
You run your mouth too much, you need to go run your bucks up
You never talk about no money, might as well shut the *** up
You left, I ain’t give two ***, I know that got you *** up
You should’ve just played your part, that’s where they always *** up
*** it, that’s just how it be
This life a beauty, the Glock is a beast
I flew this lil’ *** right out of the east
Ride with a choppa, it’s right on the seat
Ride with that yoppa, it’s right next to me
Walk in the bank and I’m cool with the tellers
Walk through the rain with a Louis umbrella
You ain’t got CashApp, okay I’ma Zelle you
GT3, no this is not a Carrera
Six words to describe me, ok I’ma tell you
Only thing replica ’bout me Margiela
Only thing replica ’bout me Margiela
Everything good and I came with the fellas
Catch me outside with the scammers and felons
Puffing on zooties, I need me a beverage
Been could’ve signed, I was keeping a leverage
Why this *** blow like a motherfuckin’ levvy?
I drive the foreign like a motherfuckin’ Chevy
My pockets fat, yeah, they motherfuckin’ heavy
Been touched an M, I was way more than ready
My *** a ten, she the one, just like Headie
She gone do what I say so, ’cause she know I’m tee’d up
Mama just hit my payphone, told me it’s time to tee up
I’m tired of my old hoes, guess it’s time to go re-up
*** up next, ***, we up
GLS but it’s Maybach, I’m ridin’ round with my feet up
That’s another M on the way every time I pull them beats up
Put fifty K right in her face, I bet that lil’ ho freeze up
You a people pleaser, you gon’ *** your lil’ knees up
I know she a keeper, she on my hip like beeper
How you tryna sneak diss? You can’t afford my sneakers
And these just my beaters
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah
(All these niggas keep playin’ with me)
(Let me get a, let me get a [?] right quick)
(Ayy, what up— ayy, what up, ***?)
(You ain’t even see—)
(Ayy, bro, why, bro I— every time I come home, bro)
(Every time I come home, tell ’em, cuz)
( Bro it’s some ***)
(Cops, cop, cop grabbin’ a ***, all types of lame ***, come on now, bro)
(***, I’m aye – as far as you concerned— ***, I’m El Chapo out here)
(This my city, as far as you concerned this my city)
(I’m El Chapo, ***)
(I’m El Chapo out here, boy)