The Last No Autotune

[Verse]
Hollow tips so he duck and he weave
Put a bag on his head, make him leave
Doing good niggas on, that ain't street
It's enough for everybody so I feed
Smoking dope, all I need is weed
All these bitches, all I see is fees
Shit, who paying for it? Not me
Tryna finesse, that ain't P
I'ma find out where you be
Put the whole house in a tree
Bad bitch, you know she on fleek
Three blunts, you know that I'm geeked
No Runtz, that's bullshit to me
Pussy wet, she came out the sea
Ten bands ain't no money to me
I spend that on a regular spree
I spend that on some regular jeans
You know niggas ain't fucking with me
You know niggas ain't fucking with mе
Fucking with me, it could get ugly
That's your bitch, man, why she sucking mе?
Put her in the gang [?] she sucking D
Sand park, she fucking for free
This No Autotune 4, no it's not 3
No, it's not 3
No autotune like the preset hate me
She said, "Could I drive your car?" Bitch, maybe
I said, "Shut up, bitch," she just said, "Make me"
This small blunt got me big lazy
Hating shit, it don't never phase me
Hey, Siri, where the plays be?
She like my car and I just said preesh
Niggas hating but every night I get sleep
'Cause why would I let that fuck with me
Misery loves company
I got a white bitch said do a bunt with me
I got a black bitch said have fun with me
She brought her friends, they say what's up with me
No Autotune 4, no it's not 3
Whatever you sew, bitch, you gon' reap
I done cursed, still you can't censor me
I'm Tupac in a Bimmer, could you picture me
She sending nudes, she a photo freak
Rapping in the street, feel like I'm Meek
Don't get your ass knocked off 'bout a tweet
Them pussy niggas live right across the street
Baby girl look right with them [feet?]
No Autotune 4, bitch, it's not 3