Playin Wit Da Autotune

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

Playing with the autotune (Ooh)
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? (Hmm) What's that? What's that? (Hmm)
What's that? What's that? (Hmm) What's that? What's that? (Hmm)
Wet up, wet up (Hmm), wet up, wet up (Hmm)?
Wet up, wet up (Hmm), wet up?, what's that? (Hmm)
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 (Ooh)
I get high, I'm going to the moon
Every day, nigga, I'm getting high
Glock on my side so don't try