No Auto Freestyle ft. OfficialJay Lyrics

I got the money on my mind, so we ain't fuckin' by our rules

Me and bro, we stand ten toes

Yeah, I'm runnin' up, bitch ass, so I can put my wrist on froze

Yeah, I'm callin' all these players, so I might as well go be a QB

But if you get out of line, my nigga gon' rush him like a DJ

But bro, let's finish it like a CD

She in my face, not talkin' 3D

We got APs, we got Ks

Let me catch that nigga lackin' up

These bitches knock all the braids

Yeah, I was fillin' up in school, but in East Creek, so I got good grades

Young and turnt, my niggas paid

Keep up your block just like a maid

Man, fuck the Ku Klux Klan, but me and bro got like three Ks

Pussy niggas go count your days

We finna spend this bout that time

We ballin' hard, we finna shine

No Tony Hawk, but I stay on the ground

Long and simple, stop all that lying

Oh God, put that off, stop all that lying

We servin' peas and flippin' bows

We got the money on my mind, so we ain't fuckin' borrow

Me and bro, we stand ten toes

Yeah, I'm runnin' up, bitch, that's a walkin'

Put my wrist on froze

Put my wrist on fuckin' froze

Catch her off, we wipin' nose

She think she tuggin' on my dick, but she clutchin' on the pole

I put ten on his head, cause I want that nigga sold

Sip and walk out 4-4

Sip and walk, can't catch no cold

She think I want to fuck

I just want the bitch up on her knees

Fuck the Macca by my pants, bet I make a nigga freeze

Green and red Benz, caught through on your block like Christmas trees

G-1-9, and panky to punch

Cardi, bitch, my lemon squeeze

Gotta stay up on your toes, dot your I's and cross your T's

Say a smoke up in the L, pussy come and step on me

He like to run his mouth so move, make a pussy use his feet

Bro said he gon' put ten on his head, but I don't like double that

Hear that nigga talkin', hella tough

Let's load him cage and double back

Hop up out that cup with Nike, man, the opps run four-flat

We caught him playin', we sendin' shots

Let niggas think that I run with that

Ha-ha, nigga, that brass cut

We servin' peas and flippin' bows

Got the money on my mind, so we ain't fuckin' borrowed

Me and bro, we stand ten toes

Yeah, I'm runnin' up, bitch, ass, so I can put my wrist on froze

Yeah, I'm runnin' up, big green, so my chain, if you hear it, like, bling, blow

Yeah, I got the gas, this is the crib, this shit louder than a loud house

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