Ran Out Of Auto-Tune

Left wing in my crib there's a model room

Right wing there's a room just for Almond Spoons

I sing on this track that's what they assume

Sorry but my engineer ran out of autotune

You rap but I feel that you are a coon

And the other one's that ain't coon are a foons

Try me, and you will fail in the arms of doom

Cause that V-ve-Venom album coming soon

Fifty thousand dollar fresh in my living room

Try to steal it and I bet you won't lit a noon

Put the camera on ya chick like I'm Benny Boom

And then I hit her quick vroom, vroom

Ya girl say she love me cause I'm cool and laid back

Then she wanna do (what?) I said cool and lay back

Perpetrator vision I see through they facts

All these rappers sweeter than some Kool-Aid packs

My Lincoln longer than two Maybachs

My front yard longer than two race tracks

Hearing them but'chu know they goin use they gats

I don't be hanging with none of them dudes, they wack (they wack)

She was speaking in a whisper like Shawday

Well I call her never yes I told her probably

Paparazzi you better do what I say

To me a face like a camera to Kanye

If you late on my team you know docked

If I'm late you goin wait till I move out

Got'cha chick bout to take off her tube-top

I purchase rims like your Footlock or Shoe-shop

Tell her friend that I rather have a enemy

Money tall and your money just a mini-me

The class gotta S like Hennessy

And I gotta SS like Tennessee

I stay super fly like a kite, so

You should know that you can't see me like a white crow

Walk in all the women get in flight mode

She bout to take off all her nice clothes

Ha Ha