No auto

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Shh, shh, shh, shh
C’mon, uh uh, c’mon

[Chorus]
Y’all niggas stupid as hell, think I only sing
But nigga, I rap with no auto tune
That nigga be thinking his bitch [?] I ain’t lying, saw hoe in ‘lotta rooms
You crazy as hell ‘cause you think this shit different
She talk to my Rick like she playin’ for [?]
I can see all the hate and envy that’s in ‘em
He watching my pockets, what’s up in this denim?
This is not Spider-Man but I keep me some venom
Got some friends and they serving keys like they Alycia
See a box stay close, but the circle stay open
That’s why I do not keep a circle
I be peeping the fuck shit you niggas be doin’
But don’t got no glasses, I’m not Steve Irving
Nigga stupid as fuck, he done walked in the field
And the only thing he came with is a girdle
Too bad this ain’t easy, double-A
Like baseball bitch, I’ma hit a double-play
I connect with the bitch like my name double-A
Don’t try to beef with us ‘cause we love the plate

[Verse]
Sauce in my pocket, but this not Siracha
Got a brand new pack, smell like Davy Jones’ locker
Bullets hit his dreads and they knocked off his face, so they got that boy shaking like he Waka-flocka
Like a 18-wheeler that’s moving on a highway, don’t try to get in my way, I ain’t stopping
My McLaren got curtains inside of this bitch
But I told lil bitch”who said stop it?”
Anytime that we go to the mall yeah she try to go shopping
I took the bitch to TrendyTopics
And she say that she don’t like Vans, she not off the wall
So I told that bitch change up the topic
How you gon’ ask for shoes but you never had came to my house and you never got topless
He don’t wanna beef ‘cause I’ll leave his ass just like he pizza, ane leave his ass without no toppings
Y’all niggas be treating this life just like a game, but you cannot twist it and pull it
But your card, my niggas will pull it
No Lil Baby, lil bro not a bully
He though we was fighting, I came with a fully
Nigga you not Shazam, you cannot be the bully
When you give me your life you cannot reimburse
This a freestyle, it should be a Bible verse
He was alive on the 30th, he died by the 1st
I know weird ass bitches that’ll die for a purse
The industry try to treat me like I’m Naruto-Sasuke, you can’t leave me with a curse
Yeah, them niggas they tried to keep AJ in silence
I want smoke with you niggas promoting that violence
She saw me, she thought she was getting her first brain
I can’t shoot at you baby, I’m not PJ-13
And kids don’t listen to this ‘cause the shit that I’m rapping about nigga, it’s PG-13
Letting a bitch get inside of your wallet and mental, I promise that shit is the worst thing
Damn, the pack keep punching like Tyson
By the football locker where niggas was fighting
He had pulled out his gun thinking I would be frightened
Not knowing I’m crazy and I feel enlightened
Feel like Barry Allen, he get struck by this lightning
When she sick in this duck, fill me up with excitement
Got a brand new whip with no keys
Bad lil bitch trynna get on her knees
I don’t wanna beef with nobody after this song but I promise leave niggas on tees