No Auto Billy

I'm different
Please believe me
Why she feening
Like Bobby and Whitney
I ain't fuck yet
She a demon
Back door open
Always getting jiggy

Can't play no games in my city
One false move
Niggas trying to end me
Gotta stay on my 10
They move iffy
One false move
Now I got to blitz him

Don't talk if you ain't got the facts
I remember my nights in the trench
Posted up with the Wock getting bent
I'm sorry mama
This the way niggas live
If I could I'll do it all again
But I can't
So, I mix up the Wock with the drank
Damn
Sorry, that's just how i vent
Damn

No, I can't lie
I think about you all the time
That's a lie
I be fried
I be posted up with the guys
No lie
If I die
Then they spinning 5 to 9 times
Damn
Demons always by my side
Clutching on the Knox
You know we'll let it fly
Damn

I can't go out like Victor
Heard the nigga had a seizure
Got hit in the lungs
He not breathing
Heard his mother wishing she can see him
Damn
Nigga died for a reason
Stop speaking on shit you ain't been thru
Bullets bend thru you
Shit getting critical
Now you up on the news with the visuals
Damn

That's another man down
Why is the world so wicked
Took PNB for his chicken
Niggas be hating
Caught a nigga slipping
Thats why I always move tact
No time to get shot in my back
Niggas be watching my movements
That's facts
Promise I ain't getting caught in no traps
Never lack
If I die now mama gone hate me
So, I Spin until niggas can't see me
Pop out gang now this shit look 3D
Come and find me
Niggas be hiding
I be outside on the Frontline vibing

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Writer(s): Najee Thomas
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