No Auto (feat. TreyNxtUp)
Woah
What?
(Wait hold on)
I'm-I'm with young trey, we getting our racks up
Stacking this bread and we make sure we bag up
Out-out with the gang and we really go bring it up
Texting your girl, she really be ringing up
All on my phone and she told me to hit back
She bending her knees, ain't no need for no miss match
Relax bro
They heard the words
They ain't with that smoke
Follow me 'round like a big shadow
Females send hugs and kisses like tic tac toes
How-How you gonna hate the player
Yet you gonna love the game?
Pull up to a party
Everybody really know my name
The cap that's been held on to
Really funny when you hold a chain
You snatch it and my brothers
Finna you into your soldier days
Yeah, I'm out with my homies
We keeping it low
And I'm texting my shawty, we finna go go
These people talking, they asking for notes
That is a no, we not gon' go broke
I'm grabbing this paper, we taking it out
And that is a promise, we finna ball out
I'm looking like curry
I'm making these wet three's
These checks, they be coming
They thinkin I give it free
Yeah, I can sign a deal on a new day
Shawty wanna play, that's a new date
Rolling these people, like I'm on a skate
Brand new bread, that's on my plate
Like I'm coach
And I'm finna run through these plays
Crossing these players
Move too quick, I go on the way
Spanish girl, she telling me Andale
These boys, they next up
They don't know bout the other wave
Promise to boom never bust
The topic of trey ain't a thing to discuss
I could slide to a rave
And turn humans to dust
At the end of the day
it's not me you should trust
I might slide to a stu
All of the snakes get to rattling
They be like Trey bro whats happening
Stop all the panicking
I had em moving like mannequins
Rebel gone dark call me Anakin
Woah
I keep it real from the head to the toe
I don't boast
I'm just chillin all over the coast
You a pig
So I might as well start up the roast
System rigged
Swear to god that the cops do the most
I'm just done
Had to get a hoodie just to lay low
Got no pay roll
And y'all doing what I say so
I want peso
Stacks block like a Lego
Need a halo
Before Satan takes this fuego
Yeah
Pick it up, pick it, we having our way
And I'm getting this bread, that be filling my plate
Yo' shawty a baddie, I take her on a date, and she bringing her friends and we bouta' go play
And this a no auto, might hop on the wave
Astro-AstroNxtUp, and they know bout' the wave
You love all my songs, you finna go play
She finna pull up, and she coming and lay
What?
(Wait hold on)
I'm-I'm with young trey, we getting our racks up
Stacking this bread and we make sure we bag up
Out-out with the gang and we really go bring it up
Texting your girl, she really be ringing up
All on my phone and she told me to hit back
She bending her knees, ain't no need for no miss match
Relax bro
They heard the words
They ain't with that smoke
Follow me 'round like a big shadow
Females send hugs and kisses like tic tac toes
How-How you gonna hate the player
Yet you gonna love the game?
Pull up to a party
Everybody really know my name
The cap that's been held on to
Really funny when you hold a chain
You snatch it and my brothers
Finna you into your soldier days
Yeah, I'm out with my homies
We keeping it low
And I'm texting my shawty, we finna go go
These people talking, they asking for notes
That is a no, we not gon' go broke
I'm grabbing this paper, we taking it out
And that is a promise, we finna ball out
I'm looking like curry
I'm making these wet three's
These checks, they be coming
They thinkin I give it free
Yeah, I can sign a deal on a new day
Shawty wanna play, that's a new date
Rolling these people, like I'm on a skate
Brand new bread, that's on my plate
Like I'm coach
And I'm finna run through these plays
Crossing these players
Move too quick, I go on the way
Spanish girl, she telling me Andale
These boys, they next up
They don't know bout the other wave
Promise to boom never bust
The topic of trey ain't a thing to discuss
I could slide to a rave
And turn humans to dust
At the end of the day
it's not me you should trust
I might slide to a stu
All of the snakes get to rattling
They be like Trey bro whats happening
Stop all the panicking
I had em moving like mannequins
Rebel gone dark call me Anakin
Woah
I keep it real from the head to the toe
I don't boast
I'm just chillin all over the coast
You a pig
So I might as well start up the roast
System rigged
Swear to god that the cops do the most
I'm just done
Had to get a hoodie just to lay low
Got no pay roll
And y'all doing what I say so
I want peso
Stacks block like a Lego
Need a halo
Before Satan takes this fuego
Yeah
Pick it up, pick it, we having our way
And I'm getting this bread, that be filling my plate
Yo' shawty a baddie, I take her on a date, and she bringing her friends and we bouta' go play
And this a no auto, might hop on the wave
Astro-AstroNxtUp, and they know bout' the wave
You love all my songs, you finna go play
She finna pull up, and she coming and lay
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Writer(s): Jayden Gonzalez
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