The Last No Autotune lyrics

[Verse]
Hollow tips so he duck and he weave
Put a bag on his head, make him leave
Doing good n*ggas on, that ain't street
It's enough for everybody so I feed
Smoking dope, all I need is weed
All these b*tches, all I see is fees
sh*t, who paying for it? Not me
Tryna finesse, that ain't P
I'ma find out where you be
Put the whole house in a tree
Bad b*tch, you know she on fleek
Three blunts, you know that I'm geeked
No Runtz, that's bullsh*t to me
pus*y wet, she came out the sea
Ten bands ain't no money to me
I spend that on a regular spree
I spend that on some regular jeans
You know n*ggas ain't f*cking with me
You know n*ggas ain't f*cking with mе
f*cking with me, it could get ugly
That's your b*tch, man, why she sucking mе?
Put her in the gang group chat she sucking D
Sand park, she f*cking for free
This No Autotune 4, no it's not 3
No, it's not 3
No autotune like the preset hate me
She said, "Could I drive your car?" b*tch, maybe
I said, "Shut up, b*tch," she just said, "Make me"
This small blunt got me big lazy
Hating sh*t, it don't never phase me
Hey, Siri, where the plays be?
She like my car and I just said preesh
n*ggas hating but every night I get sleep
'Cause why would I let that f*ck with me
Misery loves company
I got a white b*tch said do a bunt with me
I got a black b*tch said have fun with me
She brought her friends, they say what's up with me
No Autotune 4, no it's not 3
Whatever you sew, b*tch, you gon' reap
I done cursed, still you can't censor me
I'm Tupac in a Bimmer, could you picture me
She sending nudes, she a photo freak
Rapping in the street, feel like I'm Meek
Don't get your ass knocked off 'bout a tweet
Them pus*y n*ggas live right across the street
Baby girl look right with them [feet?]
No Autotune 4, b*tch, it's not 3