CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : No Autotune 2
Turn it up
I don't want no autotune
Choppas with me and my goons
This that No Autotune part two
You know I dropped out of school
f**ked up man that sh*t wasn't cool
Off of the lean finna [?]
At the [?], coolin' I was playin' pool
No-no autotune man you know i'ma fool
We countin' money get the f**k out my room
Rockin' designer shoes I do Puma
Yo n***a a junkie yo n***a a boomer
See this b*t*h I got [?]
Old broke ass n***a man you must be a loser
n***a I got rich off the computer, but we not gonna get into that
Bad b*t*h [?] stay with Mac
I'm a young n***a got the Glock with the Mac
So you know that i'm ready to attack
I was selling weed my cousins they was sellin' that crack
Young n***a man I brought the trap back
She a athlete how she breakin' her back
I got good weed you can tell how i'm smacked
I got money I can run up that sack
It's just funny how they laugh at mе man
n***as bummy, boy got dirt on his Vans
Guess its f**k me
Cause i'm gеtting this money n***a by any means
Got the Dior [?] denim jeans
See twelve the I just gotta get rid of things
I be tourin' and flying, tryna see Ukraine
I ain't trippin' a b*t*h, and I ain't a fool man
And my b*t*h says she's hungry give her the food chain
Up that scope and I aim, (mmm)
I'm laughin' at the bank, (mmm)
f**k what a f**k n***a thing, (mmm)
Sippin' on lean man i'm sippin' on drank
Too much purple in my cup or its pink, (mmm)
Man shut the f**k up I know that I can't sing, (mmm)
30 round I just let that b*t*h hang, (mmm)
Yo b*t*h at my house and she finna change
This that sh*t I be talkin' bout
Why the world don't want no change
We shootin' sh*t n***a f**k a gun range
This that sh*t I be talkin' bout
I don't want no autotune
Choppas with me and my goons
This that No Autotune part two
You know I dropped out of school
f**ked up man that sh*t wasn't cool
Off of the lean finna [?]
At the [?], coolin' I was playin' pool
No-no autotune man you know i'ma fool
We countin' money get the f**k out my room
Rockin' designer shoes I do Puma
Yo n***a a junkie yo n***a a boomer
See this b*t*h I got [?]
Old broke ass n***a man you must be a loser
n***a I got rich off the computer, but we not gonna get into that
Bad b*t*h [?] stay with Mac
I'm a young n***a got the Glock with the Mac
So you know that i'm ready to attack
I was selling weed my cousins they was sellin' that crack
Young n***a man I brought the trap back
She a athlete how she breakin' her back
I got good weed you can tell how i'm smacked
I got money I can run up that sack
It's just funny how they laugh at mе man
n***as bummy, boy got dirt on his Vans
Guess its f**k me
Cause i'm gеtting this money n***a by any means
Got the Dior [?] denim jeans
See twelve the I just gotta get rid of things
I be tourin' and flying, tryna see Ukraine
I ain't trippin' a b*t*h, and I ain't a fool man
And my b*t*h says she's hungry give her the food chain
Up that scope and I aim, (mmm)
I'm laughin' at the bank, (mmm)
f**k what a f**k n***a thing, (mmm)
Sippin' on lean man i'm sippin' on drank
Too much purple in my cup or its pink, (mmm)
Man shut the f**k up I know that I can't sing, (mmm)
30 round I just let that b*t*h hang, (mmm)
Yo b*t*h at my house and she finna change
This that sh*t I be talkin' bout
Why the world don't want no change
We shootin' sh*t n***a f**k a gun range
This that sh*t I be talkin' bout
