No Autotune

I created the wave so you know they gone hate Big guns put them shits to yo face Bad bitch tryna see where she stay She a bad bitch so you know her nails pink Almost Christmas time bout to buy a candy cane Boy don't play with me man you know i'm insane Check my phone she said she wanna link I be high as hell like a motherfuckin plane Hit my phone she like how was your day She hit my phone I was on gangway Use to sell packs used to sell them eighths On the flo where my head used to lay Smoking gum mix that shit with that sway No autotune no reverb no delay Cooling at the crib playing GTA Coolin at the crib playing Campaign Saw a white man he was doing cocaine Scrolled up he got hit by a train Damn dawg man that shi kinda sad On the windows But I carry the Mac' Gotta switch up the flow cuz shit getting old Yeah I carry the mac Murk he carry that pole These niggas be hating these niggas be hoes Gotta freestyle I cant write no damn song Aint signing no deal I did it on my own Among us yo bitch ask for the code Y’all niggas sick about to catch a damn cold In the old days cooling at the hood store Cop some rap snacks and I cop a faygo Cant beef with niggas man these niggas be broke She wanna a Birkin bag I'm like hell nah You can’t move in refund the Uhaul Gave her a ticket flew her out to Utah Told her I don't want her no more she blocked Got her crying in her bathroom I'm sipping on wock Got a new AR bout to buy a new Glock I know these niggas mad cause they shit gone flop Akorn in the sprite that's that motherfucking drop I don't need no autotune niggas know I rock Big drums on the guns do you wanna get popped