lil flash – no auto lyrics
[intro]
[?] this that new heat?
go, go
[verse]
time to think, yeah, i need some time to think, on bro
where the drank? we could pour up to a three or a four
you don’t think he a tweak, he a wolf in sheep clothes
it’s free smoke, so lil’ bro hop out and shoot a free throw
lil’ foe’s a shooter, he a get that footage, yeah, that b+roll
pop out fresh, [?] my vlone
[?], put him timeout, that’s t.o
i’m glo navy, i ain’t g.i. joe, i’m g.i. g+l+o
he want smoke, tell ’em puff it up, just like a cigarette
we get to locin’ then you know it’s a go, you know we slide through that
in the trenches, it get recklеss, you don’t know, it just be wet
but i’m pourin’, you bettеr blow, what you gon’ do when you see a [?]
[?] he can get some more from shots from over there
([?] he can get some more from shots from over there)
he must be drunk off that d+mn [?], it’s a four+fifth and a bottle of hen’
(jump in that water, make it splash, you know he dress just like [?], ayy)
finna ball, do a lay+up, finna hop out the whip with the cutter, cut his face up
i’on f+ck with the g boys, only few that i f+ck with, really throw the [?] up
you can’t trust your own gang, everybody wanna cl!ck+bang now
free the ankle, [?] been too long, i pray they throw that case out
coolin’ [?], coolin’ ’til they toss that case out
(coolin’ [?], coolin’ ’til they toss that case out)
on facebook woofin’, we a cook your face and have a bake+out
my white boy from up north be off them xans runnin’ ’round his lakehouse
sosa pour the eighth to the face, he in here dranked out
my bathing ape goin’ bananas, goin’ monkey, goin’ ape now
they out here like they with it, get on the deck and then they bank out
you was in the world turnt up, i was in the hole chained down
had to go against the odds, it’s me against the state now
no shoestrings, it’s velcro, they threw my js out
goofies branch off off the gang then came back like they stayed ’round
same motherf+ckers actin’ like they was rockin’, now they hate now
same motherf+ckers actin’ like they with you but they ain’t
i’m the same motherf+cker that was callin’ your phone when i was walkin’ ’round in them chains
probably the same motherf+ckers that don’t wanna see me do great
i’m clappin’ for my homies but we be all on the same stage, ayy
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