Lil Durk, Metro Boomin - No Auto lyrics
Lil Durk [Durk Derrick Banks] Smurk [Chicago, Illinois, U.S.] 🇺🇸
Metro Boomin [Leland Tyler Wayne]
[Lil Durk, Metro Boomin - No Auto lyrics]
Yeah, gang, yeah (Ayy, pull up, Lam)
We been politicing for a minute
I don't know who to trust
I got models in my DM
I don't know who to fuck
I told her come to ATL, she say
"It's two of us"
Bitch, don't miss your flight
You know that's groupie love
Ho, I can't pay no bills
Gon' get that coochie up
Foenem selling real exotic
Get that dookie up
Why the opps be saying my name
Like they be cool with us?
If you ain't got more than a mill'
You ain't into it with us (yeah)
Why you rapping 'bout a switch
You ain't got a switch
One of the fours, my lil' brother
He ain't gotta switch
He tryna see his son grow
He said he gotta snitch
He in all kinda shit
That lil' bitch counterfeit
We caught the last one we want
Ain't gotta find him no more
Wеnt in the store to grab a fifty
They ain't havе 'em no more
One artist did song with my opps
Don't wanna sign him no more
I had to fall back off the drink
'cause I was sounding too slow
The plug dropped me off some pounds
I made him vanish for sure
My city never show no love
That's why I'm taxing for shows
I was locked up in the county
I wasn't asking for hoes
Nigga said that he gon' kill me
Now he asking for poles
Bitch, gon' look my brother up like he
Ain't just fuck the summer up
Call the opps like, "Where
You at? Lil' bitch
Go pick your brother up"
One of y'all niggas got caught
'cause he think he slick (Uh, huh)
One of them niggas got caught lacking
Is he dead? (Uh, huh)
He ain't have his gun on him, he a dumb dumb
What kinda gun he got hit
With? A lil' some-some pull up on 'em
Watch his face and watch 'em run-run
Drop a man, like, why you do that? Man
A lil' fun she suck my dick and swallow nut
Just for a hun dun
I'm mixing purple with the yellow
Call me 'Bron-'Bron
All these rappers sounding like my kids
I call 'em son-son
We bringing rappers to the 'Raq
Just bring your gun-gun
We caught the last one we want
Ain't gotta find him no more
Went in the store to grab a fifty
They ain't have 'em no more
One artist did song with my opps
Don't wanna sign him no more
I had to fall back off the drink
'cause I was sounding too slow
The plug dropped me off some pounds
I made him vanish for sure
My city never show no love
That's why I'm taxing for shows
I was locked up in the county
I wasn't asking for hoes
Nigga said that he gon' kill me
Now he asking for poles
We been politicing for a minute
I don't know who to trust
I got models in my DM
I don't know who to fuck
I told her come to ATL, she say
"It's two of us"
Bitch, don't miss your flight
You know that's groupie love
Ho, I can't pay no bills
Gon' get that coochie up
Foenem selling real exotic
Get that dookie up
Why the opps be saying my name
Like they be cool with us?
If you ain't got more than a mill'
You ain't into it with us (yeah)
Why you rapping 'bout a switch
You ain't got a switch
One of the fours, my lil' brother
He ain't gotta switch
He tryna see his son grow
He said he gotta snitch
He in all kinda shit
That lil' bitch counterfeit
We caught the last one we want
Ain't gotta find him no more
Wеnt in the store to grab a fifty
They ain't havе 'em no more
One artist did song with my opps
Don't wanna sign him no more
I had to fall back off the drink
'cause I was sounding too slow
The plug dropped me off some pounds
I made him vanish for sure
My city never show no love
That's why I'm taxing for shows
I was locked up in the county
I wasn't asking for hoes
Nigga said that he gon' kill me
Now he asking for poles
Bitch, gon' look my brother up like he
Ain't just fuck the summer up
Call the opps like, "Where
You at? Lil' bitch
Go pick your brother up"
One of y'all niggas got caught
'cause he think he slick (Uh, huh)
One of them niggas got caught lacking
Is he dead? (Uh, huh)
He ain't have his gun on him, he a dumb dumb
What kinda gun he got hit
With? A lil' some-some pull up on 'em
Watch his face and watch 'em run-run
Drop a man, like, why you do that? Man
A lil' fun she suck my dick and swallow nut
Just for a hun dun
I'm mixing purple with the yellow
Call me 'Bron-'Bron
All these rappers sounding like my kids
I call 'em son-son
We bringing rappers to the 'Raq
Just bring your gun-gun
We caught the last one we want
Ain't gotta find him no more
Went in the store to grab a fifty
They ain't have 'em no more
One artist did song with my opps
Don't wanna sign him no more
I had to fall back off the drink
'cause I was sounding too slow
The plug dropped me off some pounds
I made him vanish for sure
My city never show no love
That's why I'm taxing for shows
I was locked up in the county
I wasn't asking for hoes
Nigga said that he gon' kill me
Now he asking for poles