Auto Pilot
Aye we got more sticks
My shooter hanging out the window with a drum bitch
Aye yea we getting money
Quit showing that petty cash
We know you ain't getting money
I ain't get no sleep
I been up for a few weeks
I ain't worried about no nigga
A nigga better worried about me
My opp just bought a new gun
He ain't going to blow that bitch
Yea i'm in yo city
But we can not link up bitch
You got to bring more then ass and titties to this table bitch
You better have a plan
Because i hate a fucking lazy bitch
If a nigga think shit is sweet
Then my nigga Teezy dropping shit
Get in my way
Or fuck up my bread
Then it's over quick
Fully auto with the beam
Nigga we ready for war
My young nigga be wilding
He fuck around in walk a dog
3.5 in the wood
Smoking gas i bet you choke
Just like spider-man
A bunch of green goblins at yo door
Pull up on yo block in get to dumping
We don't give a fuck who saw
G.O.B bitch you know we buming
Choppa yea it's stupid large
Aye we got more sticks
My shooter hanging out the window
Snatching souls bitch
Aye we ain't playing either
Pull up on yo block
Choppa sound like aretha
Fully auto switch on this bitch
You know i'm ridding auto pilot
I dont need no styles
Ice on me
I'm still the hottest
I dont want yo bitch
Yea yo bitch she got to much mileage
I got a shopping habit
Point it out
You know I got it
Too much money in my pocket
I can't even fold it
I got to stay focus
Money
Power
Respect
Never no hoe shit
I call hits ain't no new shit
We do this
So if you don't do this
Then say that shit
We ruthless
We aready knew you was a hoe bitch
Dw
Pack touchdown
Mask on overhaul
Too turnt up
Cant bool me off
Bitch wipe me down
Bitch wipe me down
Got the skat pat
I'm going to chase him down
This ain't matrix
You ain't Neyo bitch
We going to pull up on yo block
Get to dumping shit
Aye we got more sticks
My shooter hanging out the window with a drum bitch
Aye yea we getting money
Quit showing that petty cash
We know you aint got no money
Aye we got more sticks
My shooter hanging out the window with a drum bitch
Aye yea we getting money
Quit showing that petty cash
We know yo ain't got no money
My shooter hanging out the window with a drum bitch
Aye yea we getting money
Quit showing that petty cash
We know you ain't getting money
I ain't get no sleep
I been up for a few weeks
I ain't worried about no nigga
A nigga better worried about me
My opp just bought a new gun
He ain't going to blow that bitch
Yea i'm in yo city
But we can not link up bitch
You got to bring more then ass and titties to this table bitch
You better have a plan
Because i hate a fucking lazy bitch
If a nigga think shit is sweet
Then my nigga Teezy dropping shit
Get in my way
Or fuck up my bread
Then it's over quick
Fully auto with the beam
Nigga we ready for war
My young nigga be wilding
He fuck around in walk a dog
3.5 in the wood
Smoking gas i bet you choke
Just like spider-man
A bunch of green goblins at yo door
Pull up on yo block in get to dumping
We don't give a fuck who saw
G.O.B bitch you know we buming
Choppa yea it's stupid large
Aye we got more sticks
My shooter hanging out the window
Snatching souls bitch
Aye we ain't playing either
Pull up on yo block
Choppa sound like aretha
Fully auto switch on this bitch
You know i'm ridding auto pilot
I dont need no styles
Ice on me
I'm still the hottest
I dont want yo bitch
Yea yo bitch she got to much mileage
I got a shopping habit
Point it out
You know I got it
Too much money in my pocket
I can't even fold it
I got to stay focus
Money
Power
Respect
Never no hoe shit
I call hits ain't no new shit
We do this
So if you don't do this
Then say that shit
We ruthless
We aready knew you was a hoe bitch
Dw
Pack touchdown
Mask on overhaul
Too turnt up
Cant bool me off
Bitch wipe me down
Bitch wipe me down
Got the skat pat
I'm going to chase him down
This ain't matrix
You ain't Neyo bitch
We going to pull up on yo block
Get to dumping shit
Aye we got more sticks
My shooter hanging out the window with a drum bitch
Aye yea we getting money
Quit showing that petty cash
We know you aint got no money
Aye we got more sticks
My shooter hanging out the window with a drum bitch
Aye yea we getting money
Quit showing that petty cash
We know yo ain't got no money
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Writer(s): Donjae Neal
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