Autumn! – Still Can’t Rent! Lyrics

The first single off Autumn!’s Midnight Club Deluxe project, Midnight Club: Dub Edition was announced on 9/19/2023, 10 days prior from the official release date on a post via his Instagram announcing the cover art with the following caption,

MIDNIGHT CLUB: DUB EDITION (DELUXE) DROPPING 10/5 CANT RENT ANYMORE PT 2 9/29 PRESAVE IN BIO NEED 5K PRESAVE

This as well was followed by a pre-save link available on his Instagram bio.

Still Can’t Rent! Lyrics by Autumn!

[Intro]
Ayy

[Verse 1]
Nigga got me on that block list, but I’m still rentin’ hot shit (Woah)
Said she seen them TikToks, my driving make her nauseous (Ayy)
Why would I fix yo’ shit when I can upgrade my shit? (Woah, woah)
Gen’ five with no safety, so you better be cautious (Woah, woah, woah)
I be off the shrooms, tappin’ into my Christ conscious (“Buffs”, woah)
My B’ always clearin’, we punchin’ shit no boxin’ (Woah)
They heard “Can’t Rent Anymore!”, they like, “How you gon’ top this?” (Ha)
Okay, nigga, watch this (Ha)

[Chorus]
Please stop telling me shit that I don’t give a fuck about
She not tryna fuck, okay, get the fuck up out (Ayy)
Rose gold AP, Patek just so they could see what the fuss about (Ayy)
My hoes gettin’ into it, they keep on findin’ new shit to fuss about (Ayy)
I done had that G Wagon took, I think it’s time to buss out (Ayy)
[My True shoes they run in two?], my bitch pronounce it, [“Rubento”?] (Ayy)
Money hit my function, where it’s goin? “Hey, Siri, what’s the route?” (Ayy)
Hundreds blue, my fifties pink, my twenties green like Brussel sprouts (Ayy)

[Verse 2]
Shoot that lil’ ass boy, like he my son, I told him hush his mouth (Lil’ boy, whoa)
XD on my hip, ’cause that’s the one thing I can’t come without (That I can’t come without)
Still can’t rent for shit, so I just buy it if I want it now (If I want it now)
Still can’t rent for shit, so I just buy it if I want it now (Ha)

[Chorus]
Please stop telling me shit that I don’t give a fuck about (Woah)
She not tryna fuck, okay, get the fuck up out (Woah, woah)
Rose gold AP, Patek just so they could see what the fuss about (Woah, woah, woah)
My hoe’s gettin’ into it, they keep on findin’ new shit to fuss about (Woah, woah, ayy)
I done had that G Wagon took, I think it’s time to bust out (Ayy)
[My True shoes they run in two?], my bitch pronounce it, [“Rubento”?] (Ayy)
Money hit my function, where it’s goin? “Hey, Siri, what’s the route?” (Ayy)
Hundreds blue, my fifties pink, my twenties green like Brussel sprouts (Ayy)

[Outro]
Still can’t rent for shit, so I just buy it if I want it now (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Still can’t rent for shit, so I just buy it if I want it now (Ayy, ayy, ayy)