Automatic

Chea
Look
Top 5 Entertainment
Say my name
Look

Hit up the plug and cop the zip
Papers about to be on lift
Haters i'm making em plead the fifth (Get ya papers up)
Throwing these lames up off a cliff
Far the bottom i'm on the ladder
I don't do talk
You do chatter
All the cap
It's making madder
Chasing the cheese
Pockets is fatter
Rev it up
Let these hoes hear the engine
Gave her d ...

And can't get her out my mentions ah-man
I spilled ketchup on my Balmain
Pull up pull up to ya block in a foreign
I'm a beast motherfucker call me tarzan
You gon need a heartscan
This energy is all man woah

Drop tops yeah they automatic woah
Hater you could bring the static chea
Shawty she gon let me tag it woah
All that paper yeah i'm bout to bag it yeah

Drop tops yeah they automatic woah
Hater you could bring the static chea
Shawty she gon let me tag it woah
All that paper yeah i'm bout to bag it yeah

Chea uh Chea uh

Pull up to the spot I could spot you nerds
I don't follow trends cuz i'm not you herbs
Roll another one I always bring the raw
I don't got no grinder chop it up with metrocards
Buss it buss it
Pop it like a rubber band
I merge lanes
I swerve lanes
Real shit any problem gettin twist
I see thru fake niggas like sierra mist
I'm a archer from 3 point fam I never miss
I only spit fire i'm a dragon with the shit
Chea (Top 5 entertainment)
This is not fair im a sick bear
Pull up to the spot woo'in like i'm RIC flair
You could never catch me capping
Bitch where?
Pull up anywhere I never been scared
I own the throne you can't sit there
Get ya papers up cross ya heart and then swear
Chea

Drop tops yeah they automatic woah
Hater you could bring the static chea
Shawty she gon let me tag it woah
All that paper yeah i'm bout to bag it yeah

Drop tops yeah they automatic woah
Hater you could bring the static chea
Shawty she gon let me tag it woah
All that paper yeah i'm bout to bag it yeah



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Writer(s): Christopher Robertson
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