[Intro]
I don't want no autotune
No, no, no, no
Fuck all that shit, this how they want me to come
Fuck all that shit, fuck it
Like, this what they want me to do? (Turn up)
(Turn up, turn up, turn up)
Let's get it
[Chorus]
Niggas say that we don't hit, I'ma hit 'em where it hurt
Since you like takin' pics, I'ma put you on a shirt
Since you wanna take a ride, I'ma put you in a hearse
Since you always tired, I'ma put you in the dirt (Turn up, turn up, turn up)
I tried school, but it ain't work, I tried to hoop, but it ain't work
I knew the job shit wasn't worth it (FBG shit), the rob shit wasn't really workin'
I had a rusty revolver, pin broke on it, it ain't really work (FBG, bitch)
(Talk to 'em)
But a nigga still let me rob him, thank God that it worked (Talk to 'em, talk to 'em, talk to 'em, talk)
[Verse 1]
Pussy boy, you a goofy, you let me rob you with a broke gun
All this money and no guns, you deserve to have no funds
Pussy boy, you a lame, you can't hang with the gang
They know we started the "gang," they know we started the "bang"
They know we started the "woo," I'm not lyin', I got proof
Keep the sauce, I got juice, I'm hurtin' their feelings, nigga, ooh
Ballin' hard like the Rucker, if she bad, I'ma fuck her
Hell nah, I don't love her, I'ma pass it to my brother
Free Wooski, he'll shoot (Wooski), I swear my boy act a fool (Cuckoo)
Niggas hated bumpin' heads with 'em (He a loose screw), he make it do what it do (Cuckoo)
Niggas steady dissin' Tooka, I think it's time to be rude (Fuck it)
They say I'm reekin', what's that smell on me? (What's that?)
That's a Backwood full of Nu'
I don't want no autotune
No, no, no, no
Fuck all that shit, this how they want me to come
Fuck all that shit, fuck it
Like, this what they want me to do? (Turn up)
(Turn up, turn up, turn up)
Let's get it
[Chorus]
Niggas say that we don't hit, I'ma hit 'em where it hurt
Since you like takin' pics, I'ma put you on a shirt
Since you wanna take a ride, I'ma put you in a hearse
Since you always tired, I'ma put you in the dirt (Turn up, turn up, turn up)
I tried school, but it ain't work, I tried to hoop, but it ain't work
I knew the job shit wasn't worth it (FBG shit), the rob shit wasn't really workin'
I had a rusty revolver, pin broke on it, it ain't really work (FBG, bitch)
(Talk to 'em)
But a nigga still let me rob him, thank God that it worked (Talk to 'em, talk to 'em, talk to 'em, talk)
[Verse 1]
Pussy boy, you a goofy, you let me rob you with a broke gun
All this money and no guns, you deserve to have no funds
Pussy boy, you a lame, you can't hang with the gang
They know we started the "gang," they know we started the "bang"
They know we started the "woo," I'm not lyin', I got proof
Keep the sauce, I got juice, I'm hurtin' their feelings, nigga, ooh
Ballin' hard like the Rucker, if she bad, I'ma fuck her
Hell nah, I don't love her, I'ma pass it to my brother
Free Wooski, he'll shoot (Wooski), I swear my boy act a fool (Cuckoo)
Niggas hated bumpin' heads with 'em (He a loose screw), he make it do what it do (Cuckoo)
Niggas steady dissin' Tooka, I think it's time to be rude (Fuck it)
They say I'm reekin', what's that smell on me? (What's that?)
That's a Backwood full of Nu'
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