No Autotune 2

[Intro]
Turn it up

[Verse]
I don't want no autotune
Choppas with me and my goons
This that No Autotune, Pt. 2
You know I dropped out of school
Fucked up, man, that shit wasn't cool
Off of the lean, finna drool
At the Rib Shack, coolin', I was playin' pool
No-no autotune, man, you know I'm a fool
We countin' money, get the fuck out my room
Rockin' designer shoes, I don't do Puma
Yo' nigga a junkie, yo' nigga a boomer
See this bitch, I god damn choose her
Old broke-ass nigga, man, you must be a loser
Nigga, I got rich off the computer, but we not gonna get into that
Bad bitch [?] stay with Mac
I'm a young nigga, got the Glock with the MAC
So you know that I'm ready to attack
I was sellin' weed, my cousins, they was sellin' that crack
Young nigga, man, I brought the trap back
She a athlete how she breakin' her back
I got good weed, you can tell how I'm smacked
I got monеy, I can run up that sack
It's just funny how they laugh at me man
Niggas bummy, boy got dirt on his Vans
Guess it's fuck mе
'Cause I'm gettin' this money, nigga, by any means
Got the Dior tigers all up on my denim jeans
See 12, then I just gotta get rid of things
I be tourin' and flyin', tryna see Ukraine
I ain't trippin' a bitch, and I ain't a fool, mane
And my bitch say that she hungry, give her the food chain
Up that scope and I aim (Mmm)
I'm laughin' at the bank (Mmm)
Fuck what a fuck nigga think (Mmm)
Sippin' on lean, man, I'm sippin' on drank
Too much purple in my cup or it's pink (Mmm)
Man, shut the fuck up, I know I really can't sing (Mmm)
Thirty round, I just let that bitch hang (Mmm)
Yo' bitch at my house and she finna change
This that shit I be talkin' 'bout
Why the world don't want no change?
We shootin' shit, nigga, fuck a gun range
This that shit I be talkin' 'bout