☆ Auburn All About Him with Lyrics

[Verse 1: Young Chris]

Check one, check two

Show them what the Tech do

Any nigga achoo

A Smith & Wesson’ll bless you

Gunner still standing tall

Don’t know what the rest do

Aim above the neck, so we don’t care about what the vest do

22, 25, 38 special

40 caliber, 45, 50’s to wet you

With a note for death too

Brought up in the pain

Don’t get caught up in the rain

And sleep in death before they arrest you

All black everything

The skies, nigga guess who

Young D. Jackson on the fly, nigga catch who?

F you bitch ass niggas that’s on my shit list

Big tips to help you niggas out on your fitness

First 48

Make sure you never forget this

If you catch him and beat him

Gotta make sure you bury the witness

Haters I’m shittin’ on

Get my Blake Griffin on

Get the clippin’ on

Any nigga be ready to flip the strong

Glock 23 like Mike

I put the Pippen on

33 extent, I’m retarded with it, I’m spittin’ on

Niggas out the kit is who diggin’ their cemetary

I’m a play a bitch for life

Might have been in the bitch you married

Young rich hustler

Millionaire in due time

Cam Newton in Auburn

Kemba Walker in Uconn

Sit them niggas down

We stretch them out; futon’s

Bullets in their big ass heads; Jimmy Neutrons

[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]

2 G’s on my new sleeves

Paper scenting the new breeze

Smells like money and blue crees

Don’t bomb on my true speed

Feel the Malibu breeze

Bad bitches in cool keys

Way to cool to be booed up

Louis’ed down to the shoe strings

One of the very few kings

A Smith & Wesson burn

There’s no tellin’ where added 2’s graze

30k on my mood ring

Dirty play how we do things

Burn your way with the blue flames

“Hood drain” on your Boolean

Who scared the crazy out ya, are you sane?

It’s getting easier

Birdie flipped to the media

Money’s the only medicine

Medicine, or we’re leavin’ ya

Lost homies to ballin’

I’m shittin’ on you in front of all them

Been in hell and back up

Strapped up, now here’s your order

Money change weather, big bills make it feel like it’s pourin’

Thunderin’ hail stormin’ on them first thing in the mornin’

More than likely hella icey

I shift on niggas that wanna knife me

Try and strike me

Come right off your Nike

Poverty don’t play games

Ain’t no bullies, just bang bang

Went to Philly and same thing

Keep a milli and maintain

Shh, not in my character

Huh, a wonderful marriage

I’m hooked, but I ain’t mad at you

Look, finally established the crook

Took what I needed, fuck playin about a Brooklyn speed

Chuck beat it

Exotic readin’ and hollow heated

You can keep the love, my heart don’t need it

Made it out the bottom, hardest part completed

Choose cards, odds and evens

… YEAH!