Duwap Kaine - Playin Wit Da Autotune lyrics

(Ayy, Nine9 really kicking shit, you heard?)
(Nine9 made it)

Playing with the autotune (O oh)
I get high, I'm going to the moon
Every day, nigga, I'm getting high
Glock on my side so don't try

Bad thick bitch toting on that hit stick
I look at her like, "I hit this"
My boys on a mission
Don't condone that dissing
Light him up, it's Christmas
I made a wave, I did it nigga, fuck a critic
I don't need no criticism
My white ho dance on me, man
But she do not need no rhythm
Hella drugs up in my system
See an opp, we gotta get him
Talk shit and play the victim

Niggas talk shit, man, what's up with 'em?
(Whoo) it's that, what's that?
(Whoo) It's that, what's that?
What's that? What's that? It's just
Me and my gun baby, if you really love me
Let me speak my mind (Whoo)
Real street nigga, fell in love with the iron
The way she use her brain
I fell in love with her mind

What's that? What's that?
(Hm-m) What's that? What's that? (Hm-m)
What's that? What's that?
(Hm-m) What's that? What's that? (Hm-m)
Wet up, wet up
(Hm-m) , wet up, wet up (Hm-m)?
Wet up, wet up
(Hm-m) , wet up?, what's that? (Hm-m)
Bitch, I got a check, no Verizon
On a phone making plays on Verizon
She wanna check, thank God for
Baby, you see what I got, no, you not riding

Playing with the autotune (O oh)
I get high, I'm going to the moon
Every day, nigga, I'm getting high
Glock on my side so don't try