Lyrics No Auto Shiest - j shiest

(Don't even know these niggas and they talking shit)
(Fuck it roll 'em)
Take my durag off to let them see the dreads
I heard these niggas tryna pop it, lil bru' take yo ass to bed
Pop outside at anytime, i hear the thunder, i'an scared
Nigga step off in this bitch i swear to god we'll leave him uh-, yeah
No auto tune, I'm making sure they hearing what I'm sayin
Seen a body drop when i was ten, my nigga i'an playing (uh uh)
Passed Z.roy the blick, he hit the switch, and get to spraying
Fuck them niggas who jumped Quez, you niggas got no fucking hands (yeah)
These niggas woke the demon up, okay, let's get to walking
He ain't never went and got some money, no wonder he don't like Profit (ah)
Dissing me inside your songs, j shiest a trending topic
Gotta call me on my burner phone, i think the feds watching
Niggas broke as hell they can't even pay no fucking bills
Yeah, that nigga not a gangster till he bussin' off the pills (haha)
Yeah, all that tender shit, you think she fucking wit you still?
Call me Iron Man I'm suited and keeping steel, yeah
G-way walk around me booted up, he crashing for a thrill
And my bank account scooting up i'm tryna get a mill'
He might walk around and go shoot it up, but won't come back with a kill
He drop a hunnid' songs in a fucking day and he still don't got a deal (damn)

That ain't yo bankroll, thats yo patna's, he a fucking lender
Yeah, these chrome heart crosses on my goggles but i'm a fucking sinner
Yeah, i showed Z.roy the other day that nigga really tender
Now you gotta watch me fucking bend her

Yeah, whats the point of getting money if you ain't gone fucking spend it
Yeah, he thought i forgot him dissing on me- hold on, there he go, get him!
Uh, not the type promote violence but if he up it, spin 'em
Yeah, what i say up on my freestyle? oh yeah "crept up, kill 'em"
Niggas sending shots but half the time we'll never get 'em
The other half of time we go outside and fucking flip 'em
Why you tryna take it back my nigga? push the issue
Slimey, snotty nose nigga, i might need a tissue
She was wit the gang, you let her come back home and kiss you?
Wait hold on nigga, that's you on the messages talking 'bout "i miss you"?
Damn, my nigga that's your life, i'an gotta live it with you
That ain't yo dawg, he took the bread and he ain't split with you
That ain't yo twin, he crossed you out and tried to kick it with you
That ain't your friend, he want your girl and she ain't fucking wit you
You need to go and up the score, you worried bout my crew
You need to go and up the score, the nigga know he do
My other opp, he mad as hell i hit his boo (what else?)
Another opp, he hate his hoe, i hit her too (my nigga who else?)
I ain't got no opps these niggas hating, that's the truth (nigga thats facts)
He love that girl so much i might just hit her too (haha)
Z.roy said "don't even diss em" but I'm in the booth
Quezo gone slide a hundred time inside the coupe
They cannot fuck wit RDB, like who is you?
We getting money, we don't care bout what you do
Told him let's go "band for band" and now he out here looking stupid
'Shiest can rap without no autotune these niggas looking clueless
Give my thanks all to the lord i asked my mama like "won't he do it?!"
I'm tryna run me up some money my nigga, i ain't tripping on what you doing
On God!