No Auto 2

[Intro]
(Run it up, Tay)
(JR808) Yeah
Go, go, go (Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang)
Bitch
(This gon' be your homie, bitch)

[Chorus]
We put switches on every Glock to let them bitches breathe (Let them bitches breathe)
Niggas be savin’ every thot, we let them bitches leave, nigga (I let 'em go)
Folks 'nem thirsty, soon as they spin that bitch, they hop out lettin’ it squeeze (Bah, bah, bah)
Whenever we know it's up, we ain't doin' no talkin', we just leave niggas (Leave his ass)

[Verse 1]
We keep some Glocks with us, it ain't shit to make a murder scene, nigga (Murder scene, nigga)
He ain't know I had it on me, life ain't what it seems, nigga (What it seem, bitch)
We been clappin’ all y’all homies, killin' off they team members (Checkin’ out)
OT6 and TSG, bitch, you know we bleed different (Gang)
Twenty-four seven, bitch, we in them trenches
Me and niggas don't get a day off (Don't get a day off)
Niggas be woofin', they don’t really play ball
If he pop out, we knockin' his face off (Knockin' his face off)
He got a lil' pipe, what the fuck is a handgun?
We jump out of Hellcats and let Dracs off
Nigga shot at me once, now he can't walk
On his brother, can't wait 'til we catch him (Catch him)
When it come to get back, that shit don't got a day, niggas know that I owe 'em a stretcher (Stretcher)
I'm just fuckin' that bitch, I don't text her
Made that ho give me neck in a Tesla (In a Tesla)
30S with a brand new KRISS Vector
Bitch, we strapped on the 3 and the 6 (Gang), I remember them days we was on the 11
No mercy, we blowin' at niggas whenever
You really ain't like that, you ain't really steppin'
How the fuck you a killer? You don't own a weapon (How the fuck?)
You boys in the way, man, you lil' niggas extra
We pull up, hop out, get to blowin', etcetera
We caught a new opp, made his ass a pack
'Woods after 'Woods, his ass is Thrax (His ass Thrax)
It's fuck all the opps, they ain't gettin' back
Just look at the score, y'all need to relax (Bitch)
The money is motive to get on a tac' (A tac')
I be with the killers that's killin' the killers
We pay for a body, they come through the front, they don't need the back
Yeah, I like when niggas be actin' all touch
Soon as he run up, put him on his back (Back, nigga)
All face shots, I ain't gon' cap (Bah)
Make him D.O.A., knock him off the map (Bah, bah, bah)

[Chorus]
We put switches on every Glock to let them bitches breathe (To let them bitches breathe)
Niggas be savin' every thot, we let them bitches leave, nigga (We let them niggas leave, nigga)
Folks 'nem thirsty (Go), soon as they spin that bitch, they hop out lettin' it squeeze (Go)
Whenever we know it's up, we ain't doin' no talkin', we just leave niggas (Ain't no talkin')

[Verse 2]
If a drop a dub on his head, that'll get him stretched
Won't tolerate any disrespect, nah, G-lock hit his neck (Go)
Take Sum Gang, my niggas step (Yeah)
Foenem shoot like Steph
OT6, we been a threat
Me and niggas, we got a check
Too many stripes, I'm out here official, I don't need a ref'
Too many Glocks, just added switches, why would I need a TEC?
Bitch-ass nigga move wrong, get left (Huh?)
First nigga tweak, everybody gettin' knelt (Gang)
We knock off his head, put that bitch on a shelf
We don't give a fuck, we give niggas the belt (JR808)