No Auto (feat. klutchfrenchie)
Aye this ho hard as fuck frenchie on my mama nigga
(on god nigga what the fuck)
Aye I don't wan't no auto on this bitch
Matter fact I'm gone call this bitch no auto
Ain't no auto on this bitch but I got switch when I pull off
Bet I JB some shit watch how I glitch if shit look off
It's been a year keep making threats, it ain't did shit but piss me off
I smack a drum up on this bitch it sound like french when it go off
This shit come like a movie, lil bra know to do that if i cough
Say we suit up like james bond, we catching hats like randy moss
Step on this court no baking me, JB on point we played the cross
He thinking he lit niggas running with sauce, switch, smack it im taking it off
Never trying to go back to them days so I rap like im broke
Player party, get up with the MOB but I fuck with some locs
Amiri kicks they match the denim, this that shit you know you know
Know how I get off in the winter, go anywhere 2-3 in coat
Go anywhere 2-3 on hip, one in the head just up and blow
See me on IG flexing racks, don't ask for shit lil ho I'm broke
I seen you under them young niggas post, I'll get you that bag you give me the lo'
I get to the bag, a verse for a bow
Im back to the mound I'm stretching it whole yea
Aye it's auto on this bitch this hoe gone glitch I hit it once
Don't ask me shit that ain't my bitch I don't know shit I hit it once
This AR fully, packing a punch
My wood pulling, smacking the runtz
Shoot to the bay, smacking a play, just hit JB he back on the run
Just flew out Sunday, back on Monday
I was handling business ain't bringing a gun
Ain't make it to Tuesday was back on money
Woke up Wednesday was making a run
I stayed up Thursday was handling funds
Lil bro tripping I'm handling bonds
Back on Friday ahead of schedule, I hit JB can we handle a ton
Aye smack auto on this bitch, control this ho lil bra don't miss
Aye I'm in traffic with this switch smack it in track this hoe gone drift
I drop some power in that bitch I smack the gas this ho gone lift
She like don't put me in that shit, we just gone talk to him don't trip
I really feel like james bond, brunello on hop out the whip
With gucci frames that match the kicks, this type of shit niggas ain't hip
Who got that shit in through the door, I'm in the club with like a zip
Said to a basic bitch i'm poor, if that ho bad I'm leaving tips
If that ho bad I got a lil pape
If that ho bad I'm having them hanks
I told cuz don't come down here with that chiraq shit, we ain't dropping no rakes
She fucking with me, might have a lil taste
She fucking with me, might have a lil pape
Lil bra just caught a hat on camera, is that james bond?, nah nigga thats - (hmm)
Yea lil nigga that's him, just hit that right up there thats them
Don't you hit that right on barron, you buck through here the car get flipped
Rock Louis trainers exotic drip
I flip a pint before I sip
Lil bra jump out sticking and moving, like he trying to make him a JB clip
GO
Don't want no auto on this bitch nigga
(don't want no auto on this hoe)
I just ripped this ho what the fuck
I feel like james bond nigga, aye i feel like james-
I just linked up with frenchie nigga, fuck you talking about
(on god nigga what the fuck)
Aye I don't wan't no auto on this bitch
Matter fact I'm gone call this bitch no auto
Ain't no auto on this bitch but I got switch when I pull off
Bet I JB some shit watch how I glitch if shit look off
It's been a year keep making threats, it ain't did shit but piss me off
I smack a drum up on this bitch it sound like french when it go off
This shit come like a movie, lil bra know to do that if i cough
Say we suit up like james bond, we catching hats like randy moss
Step on this court no baking me, JB on point we played the cross
He thinking he lit niggas running with sauce, switch, smack it im taking it off
Never trying to go back to them days so I rap like im broke
Player party, get up with the MOB but I fuck with some locs
Amiri kicks they match the denim, this that shit you know you know
Know how I get off in the winter, go anywhere 2-3 in coat
Go anywhere 2-3 on hip, one in the head just up and blow
See me on IG flexing racks, don't ask for shit lil ho I'm broke
I seen you under them young niggas post, I'll get you that bag you give me the lo'
I get to the bag, a verse for a bow
Im back to the mound I'm stretching it whole yea
Aye it's auto on this bitch this hoe gone glitch I hit it once
Don't ask me shit that ain't my bitch I don't know shit I hit it once
This AR fully, packing a punch
My wood pulling, smacking the runtz
Shoot to the bay, smacking a play, just hit JB he back on the run
Just flew out Sunday, back on Monday
I was handling business ain't bringing a gun
Ain't make it to Tuesday was back on money
Woke up Wednesday was making a run
I stayed up Thursday was handling funds
Lil bro tripping I'm handling bonds
Back on Friday ahead of schedule, I hit JB can we handle a ton
Aye smack auto on this bitch, control this ho lil bra don't miss
Aye I'm in traffic with this switch smack it in track this hoe gone drift
I drop some power in that bitch I smack the gas this ho gone lift
She like don't put me in that shit, we just gone talk to him don't trip
I really feel like james bond, brunello on hop out the whip
With gucci frames that match the kicks, this type of shit niggas ain't hip
Who got that shit in through the door, I'm in the club with like a zip
Said to a basic bitch i'm poor, if that ho bad I'm leaving tips
If that ho bad I got a lil pape
If that ho bad I'm having them hanks
I told cuz don't come down here with that chiraq shit, we ain't dropping no rakes
She fucking with me, might have a lil taste
She fucking with me, might have a lil pape
Lil bra just caught a hat on camera, is that james bond?, nah nigga thats - (hmm)
Yea lil nigga that's him, just hit that right up there thats them
Don't you hit that right on barron, you buck through here the car get flipped
Rock Louis trainers exotic drip
I flip a pint before I sip
Lil bra jump out sticking and moving, like he trying to make him a JB clip
GO
Don't want no auto on this bitch nigga
(don't want no auto on this hoe)
I just ripped this ho what the fuck
I feel like james bond nigga, aye i feel like james-
I just linked up with frenchie nigga, fuck you talking about
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