AUTOTUNE ANGEL REMIX

[Intro: STARRGUY]
Aye
Aye, aye

[Chorus: STARRGUY]
Bussin' out, aye
Bussin' out, bussin' out, bussin' out, uh, ooh, ooh
Xoolin out, aye, aye
Fuck an autotune angel, ain't shit they about, aye
You got a digital dash, I got a digital whip, ooh, ooh
That's a spaceship, aye, I can't fuck with your internet shit, aye
Comin out, aye
Bussin out, bussin out, bussin out, comin out, bussin out, aye
Hunnid round, aye, aye
If I see a nonce then I put him in the fuckin' ground, aye
You got a digital dash, I got a digital whip, ooh, ooh
I got digital cash, you a digital bitch, ooh, ooh

[Verse 1: kid c.]
You don't know what I've been doing
You should pipe down (ooh, ooh)
The way I'm making moves
You'd think I'd always fight, wow (ooh, ooh)
I'm just a little way-away from making my sound (ooh, ooh)
Now I'ma pull up like I'm making money right now, yah (ooh, ooh)
I go ahead and I call you out
I don't care how big your bank account
Got a digital girl who ain't want you now
You ain't CVTE, boy, continue to run your mouth
Call yourself "autotune angel", just pipe down
Yaah, yaah, aye, just pipe down
I cannot fuck with your digital shit, ooh
You got a digital whip, ooh
Continue to talk out your ass, aye
I don't fuck with you like a bitch, ooh
Pretending to flex with your cash, aye
You ain't ever fooling the kid, ooh
You a nonce and I know you like kids
Ooh, shit, was that too far?
Yeah, remember that depression is a lie, bitch
We all learned our lesson, we should never fight with (ooh, ooh)
The genius at marketing, one of a kind shit
Come on down, I'll go ahead and I'll knock you out
I'll even pay for the flight, bitch (aye, aye)

[Chorus: STARRGUY]
Bussin out, bussin out
Bussin out, bussin out, bussin out, ooh, ooh
Runnin round, aye, aye
Fuck an autotune angel, ain't shit they about
You got a digital dash, I got a digital whip, ooh, ooh
Y'all gotta stop fuckin kids, I cannot fuck with that shit, ooh, ooh
Comin out, aye
Bussin out, bussin out, comin out, bussin out, bussin out, aye
Bussin out, aye, aye
If I see a nonce then I pop him in the fuckin mouth, aye
You got a digital dash, I got a digital whip, ooh ooh
I got digital strap and I'm xleaning up my street with that shit, ooh, ooh

[Verse 2: YUNG DAVON]
No cap, you niggas be cappin' now
Why is you acting out? Niggas can't fathom how
I'm toting that ratchet now, don't act like a savage now
Niggas be talking, they actin' like bitch boys
You counting them pennies, I'm stacking that Bitcoin
And I give a fuck what you saying you did boy
Hollow tips finna make your ass flip, boy
How can I get mad when I be so slapped
Cause I'm straight smoking on pisspack?
How can I get mad when your bitch ass
Don't even know where your bitch at?
Stealing your bitch, that's a robbery
None of these fuck niggas stopping me
Your bitch be toppin' me sloppily
Afterwards, I kick her off of my property
Boy, I'm a devil, don't fuck with me
My ex-bitch regret that she trusted me
The pain that I give, it is comforting
The pain that is in me, I'm loving it
Can't keep the devil outside of me, I fuck up an angel so violently
I don't see your angle, don't side with me
Bitch nigga, give a fuck 'bout co-signing me
You lie 'bout your life, ignored by your love, I'm giving her pipe
You can't make it right, the shit that you did, you know it's on sight
I'm toting that nine, your bitch mighty fine so I make her mine
I'm still on my grind, the radio spin me, you still got no time, aye

[Chorus: STARRGUY]
Bussin out, bussin out, bussin out, bussin out, ooh ooh
Runnin round, fuck an autotune angel pop him in the fuckin mouth
Xoolin out, in the UK with c. in a droptop ship
That's a spacewhip, I can't fuck with your digital shit
Comin out, bussin out bussin out comin out bussin out bussin out
Fuck ya crowd, fuck ya crowd, fuck ya crowd, fuck ya crowd, fuck ya crowd
You got a digital dash, I got a digital whip
I got digital racks, you a digital bitch

[Outro: STARRGUY]
UKRVA shit