Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song No Auto 3, artist - Duwap Kaine.
Date of issue: 14.06.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
No Auto 3 |
Damn, damn |
Ayy, turn the autotune off this |
Yeah, gun on my hip |
One in the head |
Ten in the clip |
R.I.P. |
Pop Smoke, niggas really ain’t shit |
That’s why I’m in the trap and I’m anxious |
She saw me in public, got to fainting |
I’m so high, forgot I was famous |
Channel 6, bitch, make a nigga famous |
My whole fucking gang known for aiming |
Another nigga died then they get to blaming |
You wanna run the trap, you gotta have patience |
Take a nigga down, fuck up his vacation |
I need a bad bitch, no, she can’t be basic |
Why these niggas on that fake shit? |
You just forcing me to take shit |
In that drop-top Masi', you know I’ma speed |
Big-ass chopper, it sound like Lil Keed |
Braids in my hair but I ain’t Lil Yachty so I won’t get beads |
I’ll put a nigga right on say cheese |
The Glock take a picture but it say cheese |
You know I won’t surrender if the police say freeze |
Can’t trust the plug why I’m freezing my lean |
You only big and bad, nigga, when you with your team |
That chopper sing like it’s Marceline |
Put my mask on, I’m looking like Scream |
I got a Glock with a fucking red beam |
Get out the trap, nigga, get paid off streams |
You know I’m double down anywhere |
She tryna see my Ethika underwear |
Feel like Drake, told 'em take care |
Me with a stick, that’s your worst nightmare |
Designer shit on the footwear |
You know I got that stick, better beware |
And I keep that stick, nigga, everywhere |
I hit 'em with that stick, he better say a pray |
And I’m with your bitch having an affair |
I’m hopping in a foreign, you got a taxi fare |
Bitch-ass nigga, I know that you scared |
These niggas be softer than a teddy bear |
Nigga, I don’t rock |
You know I’m rocking fucking Moncler |
Can’t be around me if you scared |
You can’t be around me smoking squares |
My ice got me walking on water |
And next thing you know, I’m walking on air |
Say that I’m broke, nigga, I’m like where |
You know I won’t snitch, I’d rather electric chair |