No Auto Buddha Lyrics

They know I walked innis bitch by myself, so you know Imma leave out the same way I came in steppin

I wish a nigga would try it, hardbody hard headed nigga, you can't een check it

You gotta regular bitch on sum regular shit, so you know that I can't een stress it

Cuz I'm gettin head from this bitch on sum devilish shit, how she -

I step onnat boy in my 3's or my Pandas, now he gon walk with a lean like my fanta

I used to get by by selling a verse, then I had to serve up that green and sum Tana

Pardon me, I am not using my manners

Just getting my money and toting my hammer

If I call you a bitch, don't take the wrong manner

I'm from the Rap, it's jus part of my grammar

Heart purple, but you know the bandana red

Deuce either side of my hand

I got that lil shit on me leaving Santana dead, fuck a lung, I want Santana head

Shit a get critical, I'll make it difficult for all the doctors to patch him again

If he don't get low better than limbo, he gon meet Tip Toe quick when I land

Pourin up 4s and I'm throwing my 4's up, I'm focused

Dolo, sliding around with my stick, Hocus Pocus, pushin the AMG Benz like I stole it

Im tryna win, so I cannot let them boys in cuz they finna fuck up the motion

I'm tryna spin, watch me hop outta the whip with 2 hands onnat bitch when I hold it

Unload it, it ain takin me long to reload it

Big hollow tips, when it hit they exploding

Shit hitchya gut, rip em up and expose em

I ain the ref, bitch Im in the field for real, Ill throw more than the flag if he holdin

I'll drop my mask and I'll get the kill, stand over the body and do my lil shoulder

Big TWO the demon, but my hood'll treat me like the deacon

Get it drenched now my coupe look the cleanest, with no makeup my woop still the meanest

Get behind it, like Mike Jack I beat it

Say she gangster, I didn't believe it

Now she swingin my chop like a , now she swingin my chop like a cleaver

Now she swingin my whip automatic, the glick automatic

Ya clique oughta pack it, if not, it's a body

I get that call, "Slump em" over, ready , set go , 10-4, copy

Bitch my heart gone since way way back when Doosi went by Donny

Out my body, Danny Phantom, ride these beats like a Kawasaki

I got lesbos tryna swap teams

Hibachi, watch me cook a body

Put my deuce up like Itachi, then hitchyo migos in Versace

I kick shit, BigTwo Mbappe

Slide with the guys like a Mariachi