I Got it (Automatic)
They automatic
You know I got it, I got it, I got it
I'm the one to call, I'm the one to call
I got it, I got it
My shots are automatic
They automatic
Dotting I's, crossing teams
Slow me down, that's in your dreams
Hitting 3's, busting jeans
What's my name I'm machine
Watch me wash them out
And dry up all they clout
Still hitting bricks
Should be watching from a couch
They way you run your mouth
I only run the court
Nothing here to talk about
Pick another sport
Got a cramp, walk it out
Your stats are kind of short
I never been a hater
I know who to support
Now everybody worrying
Shooting balls like Curry man
Hurry I'm too blurry
I'm too fast got you buried
It's a bird, might be Larry
Might be Chris, it ain't you
And you ain't this
You see the team, I won my pick got my rings
I talk my Ish, kiss my grits
Top player made the list
You should call it quits
Go back to the bench
Your stench is very heavy
Should've laid off the dairy
Yo' I been dropping dimes
Go ahead call Jerry
My shots are automatic
They automatic
You know I got it, I got it, I got it
I'm the one to call, I'm the one to the call
I got it, I got it
My shots are automatic
They automatic
You know I got it, I got it, I got it
I'm the one to call, I'm the one to the call
I got it, I got it
My shots are automatic
They automatic
I'm in my prime
My team could never trade me
With these skyhooks
Clippers couldn't fade me
Make no make mistake
I am never lazy
Putting in overtime
Dunking ease my mind
While you still sleep
I'm shooting here for free
Minding mine own this layup
Still wondering how I came up
Keep on hurting players feelings
Heartbroken like breakup
I'm sustained, I make it rain
Bring the heat I'm Dwyane
Fadeaway bring the pain
Thirty points feel my gains yo
I'm always a starter
Like James and Durant
If you shaking before the game
You should pick another camp
See the name on the jersey
My back says the champ
Never say I can't
You melting you a Hershey
My splash make you thirsty
Then freeze like a bristle
My league so official
All you do is dribble
Man it's time for dismissal
Referee blow the whistle
My shots are automatic
They automatic
You know I got it, I got it, I got it
I'm the one to call, I'm the one to the call
I got it, I got it
My shots are automatic
They automatic
You know I got it, I got it, I got it
I'm the one to call, I'm the one to the call
I got it, I got it
My shots are automatic
They automatic
You know I got it, I got it, I got it
I'm the one to call, I'm the one to call
I got it, I got it
My shots are automatic
They automatic
Dotting I's, crossing teams
Slow me down, that's in your dreams
Hitting 3's, busting jeans
What's my name I'm machine
Watch me wash them out
And dry up all they clout
Still hitting bricks
Should be watching from a couch
They way you run your mouth
I only run the court
Nothing here to talk about
Pick another sport
Got a cramp, walk it out
Your stats are kind of short
I never been a hater
I know who to support
Now everybody worrying
Shooting balls like Curry man
Hurry I'm too blurry
I'm too fast got you buried
It's a bird, might be Larry
Might be Chris, it ain't you
And you ain't this
You see the team, I won my pick got my rings
I talk my Ish, kiss my grits
Top player made the list
You should call it quits
Go back to the bench
Your stench is very heavy
Should've laid off the dairy
Yo' I been dropping dimes
Go ahead call Jerry
My shots are automatic
They automatic
You know I got it, I got it, I got it
I'm the one to call, I'm the one to the call
I got it, I got it
My shots are automatic
They automatic
You know I got it, I got it, I got it
I'm the one to call, I'm the one to the call
I got it, I got it
My shots are automatic
They automatic
I'm in my prime
My team could never trade me
With these skyhooks
Clippers couldn't fade me
Make no make mistake
I am never lazy
Putting in overtime
Dunking ease my mind
While you still sleep
I'm shooting here for free
Minding mine own this layup
Still wondering how I came up
Keep on hurting players feelings
Heartbroken like breakup
I'm sustained, I make it rain
Bring the heat I'm Dwyane
Fadeaway bring the pain
Thirty points feel my gains yo
I'm always a starter
Like James and Durant
If you shaking before the game
You should pick another camp
See the name on the jersey
My back says the champ
Never say I can't
You melting you a Hershey
My splash make you thirsty
Then freeze like a bristle
My league so official
All you do is dribble
Man it's time for dismissal
Referee blow the whistle
My shots are automatic
They automatic
You know I got it, I got it, I got it
I'm the one to call, I'm the one to the call
I got it, I got it
My shots are automatic
They automatic
You know I got it, I got it, I got it
I'm the one to call, I'm the one to the call
I got it, I got it
My shots are automatic
They automatic
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Writer(s): Dede Phillips
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