No Auto, Pt. 2

By Timo

On Pull Up

Released on October 9, 2020

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[Intro]

Go, go

I'm fucking rockstar, ain't rapper no more

Motherfucker rocsktar, rockstar Timo

Big 30, nigga

Motherfucker rocsktar, I ain't no rapper no more

No cap, go

Fucking rat, we don't fuck with no rats, nigga

Go, go


[Verse]

You know you don't be stepping, you a witness

Come right through your chimney, light you up like it's christmas

Fuck them Perc's, fuck them X's, I just be sipping

Pour a eight of Wock', my tolerance higher than your rent be

Been going up, niggas looking at me silly

I never changed on my dawgs, I'm still with [?]

Percocet, Adderall, I'm in the stu' making hits

Nigga play with me, took off the head, ain't no memory

'Member stomping they rapper out

They scrеaming, "Stop, Timothy"

'Member hitting they cuts, fucking thеm up

I know you remember me

I don't take him serious, that nigga real name Timmy

Foenem got his lo', I ain't do shit, them niggas silly

Most my opps some bitches, that's a fact


[?]

Seven-six-two hit you, ain't no coming back

Gotta [?], hit that back, he just got slatt

I'ma ball hard for them racks, I don't tote no fucking TEC's

All chops, leave you stretched, just like that

Creeping through the night like a bat

Your homie died, you ain't lift a muscle yet

That a soldier, he a vet, this shit crazy how it is

How we live, hood legend 'cause he got killed on a drill

Setting theyself up on them pills, throwing down and getting lit up

Catch a body and skip town, that boy got hit upside his shit

Hit they block so many times

They TEC's smooth, talking about they quick

I would never did nothing with you if I knew you was a snitch

[?] like you ain't rat, you ain't right, you get killed


[Outro]

You ain't right, fucking rat

You know who the fuck I'm talking to

Everybody know who the fuck I'm talking to

Fucking rat, free the gang

Fuck them, fuck all rats, all them rats

All them rats, nigga