Automatics
Yeah the clutch in this thing automatic (automatic)
If she bad imma fuck that's automatic (automatic)
Talking shit you get smacked automatic (automatic)
Clip full shoot you with some automatics (ya automatics)
Yuh yuh, yuh yuh yuh, yuh yuh, yuh yuh, yuh yuh
You don't want the smoke, you don't want the static (want the static)
I got your girl bending back, acrobatic (acrobatic)
These bands keep stretching out my pants, shit elastic (elastic)
You rats acting fake, like asses that are plastic yuh
I just make my bread and add it to the basket yuh (to the basket)
Run up on the fam you'll end up in a casket (in a casket)
Tried your hardest but the outcome was just tragic (it was tragic)
Put 32 in him and made him poof like magic (just like magic)
2 door coupe, body red, glass on the roof (on the roof)
Business meeting and I pull up in the Dior suit (that Dior suit)
We talkin money, we can't grow without the main root (main root)
McGavin with the iron, cause the way I'm boutta shoot (boutta shoot)
All black wagon and you know that bitch is bulletproof
(It's bulletproof)
All these bands I'm carrying around, my pockets turning blue
(They turnin' blue)
Ain't paper towns, the way I dip I left with no clue (no clue)
They call me uzi in the whip, the way I'm boutta zoom (zoom)
You put your right hand up to me and swear you'll speak the truth
(I swear)
The clock hits midnight and I'm outside boutta collect the loot
(The loot)
(Collect the loot yuh)
(Where's the loot yuh)
(Gimme the loot yuh)
Out in Turks up on a jetski, first time doing this
Your girl's all up on the backseat boutta whip this shit
Hittin' beach up after beach and my diamonds dancin'
You see my wallet eating green, had to rubber band it
I'm barely starting in this shit
I'm already swimming with the sharks
I'm a bag chaser bitch I'll hit my shot up in the dark
Ya the iron in my hand loaded, call me Tony Stark
Got my red dot on you, I'm the shooter like my name is Mark
Yuh yuh, yuh yuh yuh, yuh yuh, yuh yuh
Yeah the clutch in this thing automatic (automatic)
If she bad imma fuck that's automatic (automatic)
Talking shit you get smacked automatic (automatic)
Clip full shoot you with some automatics (ya automatics)
Yuh yuh, yuh yuh yuh, yuh yuh, yuh yuh, yuh yuh
If she bad imma fuck that's automatic (automatic)
Talking shit you get smacked automatic (automatic)
Clip full shoot you with some automatics (ya automatics)
Yuh yuh, yuh yuh yuh, yuh yuh, yuh yuh, yuh yuh
You don't want the smoke, you don't want the static (want the static)
I got your girl bending back, acrobatic (acrobatic)
These bands keep stretching out my pants, shit elastic (elastic)
You rats acting fake, like asses that are plastic yuh
I just make my bread and add it to the basket yuh (to the basket)
Run up on the fam you'll end up in a casket (in a casket)
Tried your hardest but the outcome was just tragic (it was tragic)
Put 32 in him and made him poof like magic (just like magic)
2 door coupe, body red, glass on the roof (on the roof)
Business meeting and I pull up in the Dior suit (that Dior suit)
We talkin money, we can't grow without the main root (main root)
McGavin with the iron, cause the way I'm boutta shoot (boutta shoot)
All black wagon and you know that bitch is bulletproof
(It's bulletproof)
All these bands I'm carrying around, my pockets turning blue
(They turnin' blue)
Ain't paper towns, the way I dip I left with no clue (no clue)
They call me uzi in the whip, the way I'm boutta zoom (zoom)
You put your right hand up to me and swear you'll speak the truth
(I swear)
The clock hits midnight and I'm outside boutta collect the loot
(The loot)
(Collect the loot yuh)
(Where's the loot yuh)
(Gimme the loot yuh)
Out in Turks up on a jetski, first time doing this
Your girl's all up on the backseat boutta whip this shit
Hittin' beach up after beach and my diamonds dancin'
You see my wallet eating green, had to rubber band it
I'm barely starting in this shit
I'm already swimming with the sharks
I'm a bag chaser bitch I'll hit my shot up in the dark
Ya the iron in my hand loaded, call me Tony Stark
Got my red dot on you, I'm the shooter like my name is Mark
Yuh yuh, yuh yuh yuh, yuh yuh, yuh yuh
Yeah the clutch in this thing automatic (automatic)
If she bad imma fuck that's automatic (automatic)
Talking shit you get smacked automatic (automatic)
Clip full shoot you with some automatics (ya automatics)
Yuh yuh, yuh yuh yuh, yuh yuh, yuh yuh, yuh yuh
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