No Auto

[Intro]
OT6, TSG shit, bitch, y'all should already know
(Enviyon on the mix) Go, go

[Verse]
This Glock 30S tucked right under my sweater
He act like he want it, we get him together (Bitch)
I'm not like these niggas, original stepper (At all)
A hundred shots out the AR, we flippin' his tesla (On gang)
Bend they block back to back 'til we uppin' the score
But don't lack 'cause my shooters leave bodies wherever
Rest up to them member we lost in the trenchеs
If they were still hеre, wouldn't be shit I could tell 'em (Gang)
Bitch, I'm from the 9, we let off shots at the 5, then go post up right on the 7 (Bah, bah, bah, bah)
Don't know what to tell 'em
TSG, I be with takers, we spot him, he goin' to heaven (That bitch goin' to heaven)
These niggas be tellin'
That's why I don't fuck with too many, don't know you then, nah, I won't sell it (I don't know you, then I can't sell you shit)
My pants was embellished
Now I pop out, it's two K for Amiris, ten plus on my neck, five Gs for the pendant
Don't ask me no question, lil' nigga, I'm big dawg (Go, go)
Just kicked the Perkies, I been havin' withdrawals (Go, go)
Fuck your dead homie, he smokin' like menthals
Don't come on the 9 or the 3, you won't get off
We really play ball in the field, all my shooters equipped with that shit just to blick off (Boom, boom, boom)
We been cookin' shit all of these years, droppin' opp after opp, check the score, niggas been lost (Gang, gang)
They might slime your ass out, don't get sent off
Wipe his nose, he did not get his blick off (Bitch)
If he caught out of bounds he get picked off
5.56 shell is knockin' his shit off (Knockin' his shit off)
We don't think 'bout the score, bitch, we uppin' it (We uppin' it)
Brand new FN, ain't nobody touchin' it (Ain't nobody)
Bail out right on the V and we slumpin' shit
Fuck a rat, boy, you know I ain't trustin' shit (Gang)
I love money, so I cannot love a bitch
Kick her out and go slide on my other bitch (On my other ho)
Pussy niggas always on some sucker shit (Sucker shit)
If it ain't 'bout the mula, I can't fuck with it (Can't fuck with it)
If he make the wrong move, then I'm dumpin' it (Bah)
I ain't worried 'bout shit, bitch, I'm clutchin' it
Brand new chopper, it came with a couple clips
Me and Tadoe might hit us a couple licks

[Outro]
Takers, takers, take
Uh, I be with some takers, Take Sum Gang (Go, go, go)
Keep your pipe, keep your blick (Bee, bee, bee)
Foenem bail out, take his shit, bitch