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Osamason - No Auto Full Auto Lyrics

[Intro]
Go, nah
Heeer
Stop

[Verse 1]
In that V get off
(Get off)
Thi-This ho', it's not vegan, nah
(Nah)
I-I pull up and sweep yo' block
(Sweep yo' block)
They got Glocks and we got Glocks
Pull up, two guns, i'm gon' pop
You-You's a ho' bro who's yo' pop?
I-I re-I remix the rocks, ya'
(Remix it)
You-You got bricks or nah?
Hol'-Hol' up— Ya'-Ya'-Ya'
(Vrrm Vrrm)
Who at the doo'?
(Doo')
And dro', he say he want more
(Want more)
I-I-I pull up, I'm cracking your door
(I am)
That-That 2-door smack your ho', I-I pull up smack your ho', I lean-lean, geeked up ya'
Hol' up, who that in that car?
(Who that in that car)
Goo'-Goo' it got me seeing things
(Seeing things)
Bitch, I don't know Johnny Dang
(Johnny Dang)
I'm gon' let that choppa rain
(Choppa rain)
Pull up with that shiny ring
(Shiny ring)
Pull up wit' a flash up on my Glock
(My Glock)
Like what's happening mane'?
(What's happening)
You-You pull up and yo' ass gon' get shot
(Get shot), Like you capping mane'
[Bridge]
Ya'-Ya'
Hee-Heeer
I been trapping
I got rich and did the rapping
Got yo' lil' ho' wanna rattle, she gon' suck me like a wrapper
(Ya')
(Like a wrapper)

[Verse: 2]
They-They say you count money, I lied
(I lied)
Bit-Bit-Bitch, I got a money habit
(I got a money habit)
See i chase that guap, (Guap), I run up, can i have it?
(Heeer)
Ya'-Ya', metal packing
(Packing)
Ya', bag go in i'm packing
(Bag go)
Slime say he want a feat, no, he gon' get that action
(Yeah)
I got Balenci on my feet, (My feet), when I slide this bit' got traction
Bad-Bad ho' on my phone, I'm like, "Why you keep on yapping?"
(Brrr-Brrr)
Ya', me and twin, ten for ten, just like Ben and Ben
You-You broke you not having no racks
(No racks) can't-can't go band for band
(For band)
Walk-Walk in, counting dividends
(Walk in court)
Sit-Sitting in court like a whole different man
(Nah-Nah)
And i'm leaning, xans
Pop-Popped that jug, can't feel my hand
Ya'-Ya', who getting out the pen?
And i don't trust in no damn man
(No man)
Fuck, Glock gon' bite my hand (Nah) Feeding bullets, (Nah), now he through in (Nah)
Go-Go through the pats, Tom Brady
(Whew)
I-I-I'on know 'bout cap, lil' shady
And-And-And the KP going too brazy
(The fuck?)
Pour the eight in the drink, i'm lazy
(I'm lazy)