[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' n***a a junkie, yo' n***a a boomer
See this bitch, I god damn choose her
Old broke-ass n***a, man, you must be a loser
N***a, I got rich off the computer, but we not gonna get into that
Bad bitch [?] stay with Mac
I'm a young n***a, 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 n***a, 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
N***as bummy, boy got dirt on his Vans
Guess it's fuck mе
'Cause I'm gettin' this money, n***a, 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 n***a 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, n***a, fuck a gun range
This that shit I be talkin' 'bout