No Autotune Lyrics

I don't need no autotune

I'm on fireman

It's feelin' like The Carter two

Hit em' up

On the block

We call it stick drill

Spin the block

When they miss

Call it windmill

Cut it out boy

You know ain't about it

Throwin' out subliminal's

And hidin' in the comments

What you throwin' up

Man it better be the vomit

Heavy in the cut

Giving rings out

Sonic with the hands

If I swing it's a ring out

Where you wanna take it

Lil brodie got the beam out damn

Gymnast with the clip

On a scale from one to ten

It's a nine on his hip

And I bet it won't jam

Straight up out the trenches

To the continental shelf

Catching body after body

Man I know you see the shells

That was wavy on my mama

We just ridin' with the current

What's a Glock forty-five

To a nigga with a turret

I'm spitting

Shawty ain't hittin' on nun

I'm building

Castles I ain't kicking no bucket

Straight gremlin

Love to lil yak Issa bar though

Snappin

Turn ya block

To a QR code

What

I don't need no autotune

Keep it cute

We ain't in to callin' audibles

Straight bullets

We gone slide it down

The ninety-five

Paint bully

And My overall on ninety-nine

I be on point that's twenty-four eight

Kobe on the court

That's a all black snake

Slimy on the skin

Got em' watchin' for the scales

And I'm Fishing for a win

So I only talk bait

They Drunk off casmisgos

Got em feelin' like they offset

That scope a peep hole

And if I see bro

Then it's contact

Oh that's a cheat code

Then on the g code you snitching

Said my cousin Rico

Never stepped foot off in yo city

Man I hate

When these new rappers

Get to talkin' John Gotti

They be flexing out in public

Straight detective all in private

No I don't respect yo gangsta

All you niggas be six nine'n

Taking crash dummy missions

Like they in to kamikaze

Need to come up off that

High horse

For I knock 'em down

Red dead redemption

Ain't just something

We just tossin' out

Don't you go up for the shot man On King James

We gone hawk em' down

Ain't no need for the block man From the three point

We gone Lock em out

Bitch

I don't need no autotune

Im on fireman

It's feelin' like the Carter two

Hit em up

On the block

We call it stick drill

Spin the block

When they miss call it windmill