I don't want no auto-tune, *** all that *** That's how they want me to come That's the way it go I'ma hit this cut, you hit that cut, better know which way to go Got some information that you bitch niggas would hate to know Niggas talk that ***, but they don't even know who made the O Drop a bag on your head, my shooters get paid to blow *** around and slide through the O, like I'm from the O Let off 23 to 7 more, that's how I cough a blow T-Ray ain't get shot inside his head, but he ain't make it though They got so many dead niggas, bitch, I don't know who to smoke I don't know who to smoke, but I'll take Lil' Buddha go I can see him through the smoke Caught his ass coming out the crib, shot him through the door Tweaking off the mirrors, I think Lil' Steve coming through the floor He got caught in traffic, Waldo ain't get to finish his status He on the internet laughing, capping, then got called an addict *** your homie dead, uh, you heard what I said *** Ciroc, *** O.D., *** Deet, I ain't get ***ed, tie your hair You niggas hoes to me, you couldn't even get close to me I keep my heaters right by my side, so watch how you walk when approaching me Ayy, Baldy got smoked by a tree, ran up on him with the stick and smoked him like a leaf Now they chalking up the street for walking up the street, please stop talking up the beat J Money got it the worst of me, that's how it's supposed to be It's a lot of niggas that I'm not even gonna mix with, but that's where they supposed to be Uh, niggas be thinking they killers, uh, you look like a ghost to me Uh, boy, I've been smoking your homie, uh, this *** choking me Mentioning scrap, ain't gon' get you *** but a brand new grave slap We do it for scrap, we done ***ed around and made 600 change blocks I'm fresh off a hit, might switch up the clothes, but I got the same glock You know what it is, we coming for more, might shoot up the same block D-nigga mentioned it too, uh, I *** around, send you to meet him Uh, I don't got my clock when I see a opp on Brahma, brrrr Uh, I'm smoking, let's see, can't breathe, uh, I'm thinking it's over I wish I was right there when Lil' Boo got swamped, I would've ran this *** over Hold on, hold on, hold on, who the Steve on? What? Pass on to me, we just add him to the family tree Smacked his ass with the back of the heat, Stello got hit from the back of the seat Damn, the back of the seat? He tried to get up, shot him back in the seat, they left his head in the back of the seat Bird? Who you murder? Time about to flip this ***, what, a bird? Boy, you nervous You ain't never shot no one in person You niggas bitches, where y'all purses? Man, you niggas went and died y'all here on purpose But was it worth it? How that's working? Man, I wouldn't be surprised if they start twerking Told him stay in tune, big time, work Please don't think *** chicken, this ain't church Tired of putting niggas in these hearse I should get a million for these verse I was photographing, girl, I already know how this *** go Got my blick on me, got my shtick on me Back the *** up All you bop ass hoes, all you goofy ass niggas