Il testo della 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