Autozone lyrics
by 1vory
[Chorus: Smokingskul]
I'm in the trap, in abandoned homes
I mix the Louie V, with Garçon (f*ck you, n*gga)
What the f*ck these n*ggas on
b*tch it's the feds, don't answer that phone
These n*gga's, biting they some clones
I got Glock parts, Autozone
I got Red, Green, Yellow lean
Cook for the junkies and the fiends
Who tryn' match, I'm out in Queens
I keep the Desi by any means
I mix the Arc'teryx, with the yeah
I mix the Arc'teryx with the Gap
This not your hood, you gon' need a map
I hit the combine to adapt
[Verse 1: Smokingskul]
Uh, yeah that n*gga dracfood
You in that jungle, then you Ape food
You ain't tryn' give it up chop gon' makе you
Mama said, "look where this street sh*t gone takе you" (What)
Mask stay on like Ayo, mask stay on like Teo
All white tracksuit look like Mayo
Give me some space no Galileo
[Verse 2: Lawsy]
(Who the f*ck)
Give me my space
High as f*ck, make my heart race
Bullets gon' eat up his face
Real rich drug addict, do it my way
[?] through the back roads, out the highway
Kidnap, throw his ass in the van
I got the B.B belt for my pants
She think I'm hard, that's the Glock in my pants
I told him give it up, he got hit with the pan (Who the f*ck)
I-I-I wake up cooking dope
I put the gun and the Glock ghost
I'm finna pistol whip him with the pole
Doing coke and [?] my nose
Call up Smoke, man I know we on go
Got a new pack and that sh*t already sold
I was thirteen f*ckin' on hoes
I was thirteen f*ckin' grown Women
He saw the stick and that boy had to book it
I don't need a plug, b*tch I'm finna cook it
Feds take my fake I.D, I rob Cookies
I was twelve smokin' motherf*ckin' dabs
Rich drug addict, f*ck is rehab
b*tch I am too rich to go out sad
b*tch Imma a scuba diver in the cat (Who the f*ck)
[Chorus: Smokingskul]
I'm in the trap, in abandoned homes
I mix the Louie V, with Garçon
What the f*ck these n*ggas on
b*tch it's the feds, don't answer that phone
These n*gga's, biting they some clones
I got Glock parts, Autozone
I got Red, Green, Yellow lean
Cook for the junkies and the fiends
Who tryn' match, I'm out in Queens
I keep the Desi by any means
I mix the Arc'teryx, with the yeah
I mix the Arc'teryx with the Gap
This not your hood, you gon' need a map
I hit the combine to adapt