No Auto Shiest

(Don't even know these niggas and they talking shit) (F*ck it roll 'em) Take my durag off to let them see the dreads I heard these niggas tryna pop it, lil bru' take yo ass to bed Pop outside at anytime, i hear the thunder, i'an scared Nigga step off in this bitch i swear to god we'll leave him uh-, yeah No auto tune, i'm making sure they hearing what i'm sayin Seen a body drop when i was 10, my nigga i'an playing (uh uh) Passed Z.roy the blick, he hit the switch, and get to spraying F*ck them niggas who jumped Quez, you niggas got no fucking hands (yeah) These niggas woke the demon up, okay, lets get to walking He ain't never went and got some money, no wonder he don't like Profit (ah) Dissing me inside your songs, j shiest a trending topic Gotta call me on my burner phone, i think the feds watching Niggas broke as hell they can't even pay no fucking bills Yeah, that nigga not a gangster till he bussin' off the pills (haha) Yeah, all that tender shit, you think she fucking wit you still? Call me Iron Man i'm suited and keeping steel, yeah G-way walk around me booted up, he crashing for a thrill And my bank account scooting up i'm tryna get a mill' He might walk around and go shoot it up, but wont come back with a kill He drop a hunnid' songs in a fucking day and he still don't got a deal (damn) That ain't yo bankroll, thats yo patna's, he a fucking lender Yeah, these chrome heart crosses on my goggles but i'm a fucking sinner Yeah, i showed Z.roy the other day that nigga really tender Now you gotta watch me fucking bend her Yeah, whats the point of getting money if you ain't gone fucking spend it Yeah, he thought i forgot him dissing on me- hold on, there he go, get him! Uh, not the type promote violence but if he up it, spin 'em Yeah, what i say up on my freestyle? oh yeah "crept up, kill 'em" Niggas sending shots but half the time we'll never get 'em The other half of time we go outside and fucking flip 'em Why you tryna take it back my nigga? push the issue Slimey, snotty nose nigga, i might need a tissue She was wit the gang, you let her come back home and kiss you? Wait hold on nigga, thats you on the messages talking 'bout "i miss you"? Damn, my nigga thats your life, i'an gotta live it wit you That ain't yo dawg, he took the bread and he ain't split with you That ain't yo twin, he crossed you out and tried to kick it with you That ain't your friend, he want your girl and she ain't fucking wit you You need to go and up the score, you worried bout my crew You need to go and up the score, the nigga know he do My other opp, he mad as hell i hit his boo (what else?) Another opp, he hate his hoe, i hit her too (my nigga who else?) I ain't got no opps these niggas hating, thats the truth (nigga thats facts) He love that girl so much i might just hit her too (haha) Z.roy said "don't even diss em" but i'm in the booth Quezo gone slide a hundred time inside the coupe They cannot f*ck wit RDB, like who is you? We getting money, we don't care bout what you do Told him lets go "band for band" and now he out here looking stupid 'Shiest can rap without no autotune these niggas looking clueless Give my thanks all to the lord i asked my mama like "wont he do it?!" I'm tryna run me up some money my nigga, i ain't tripping on what you doing On God!