No Auto Timmy lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Stick my di*k all down her throat
b*tch, I'm goat
No cap
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse]
Give my shorty ten, now it's a dead opp
I might give him five more if it's a headshot
Tape his ass right up, like, f*ck yo' dreadlocks
He at his crib, we get that lo' and make that bed rock
I was in the water with them real sharks
n*gga, you ain't never, you ain't gon' kill none
How you snitch but you claiming you a real one?
Even though my sh*t say props, no, these are real guns
Freaky b*tches, I like threesomes, I have real fun
All these n*ggas tough as hell 'til it's go kill some
All I hang around them savages just like I'm 21
Can't take the gun of yo' block, catch yo' ass going home
Catch a lil' opp with his momma and tell her, "What's going on?"
Better not go live up in that crib, we pull up to yo' home
How the f*ck is you gon' run up in them tight ass clothes?
I ain't playing with no b*tch, I be blocking hoes
Better know I got that fifty when I ride fish bowl
Quick to take a n*gga Glock and turn my bully on
Catch the crown, turn the switch and put the fully on
Beat a n*gga head in, bro, put yo' hoodie on
Catch a n*gga at the light, two-two-three flipped him
f*ck that boy face up so bad, he thought a rocket hit him
I can't go to foenem party, I be watching n*ggas
If I ain't f*cking, no foenem f*cking 'cause we f*ck all the b*tches
I'm so locked in with the gangsters, be with all the killers
Catch a n*gga with that sh*t on, have lil' bronem strip him
I know that lil' boy gon' say some, you do some with him, kill him
Why they snitch on OTF like we ain't not the n*ggas?
He a rat, he can't come back, we kicked him out the trenches
You ain't never did sh*t for me but begging, I don't get it
I think shorty ass 12, got guns in all his pictures
I know you hate that you can't be me, I'm still sh*tting on n*ggas
[Outro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
b*tch, I'm goat
Stick my di*k all down her throat
b*tch, I'm goat
It's big 30 on this b*tch
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah