Automatic
Fuck that
Imma boss
It's automatic
I got this bit on-lock
You ain't ever gonna have it
I got the sauce
'Cause I'm Hispanic
I'll have you looking lost
Hit the three like a savage
I cut across 'n' make ya panic
Toss it in the air for my homie
Watch him slam it
'Cause I'mma boss
It's automatic
When I shoot the shot
Ball hits it like a magnet
Yeah imma boss, it's automatic
Don't matter what it cost
You ain't ever see me lack it (nah)
You better watch yo' step
Before I grab it
She knows that I'm the boss
Anytime i wanna have it (uh)
I hit the gas 'n' the torch pretending like it a gun
Gun it to a hunnid with a second-2-1
My knowledge so vastly 'n' this spitter get nasty
In my family full of blacksheeps
But, they the ones match me
End up with the ball like Dwayne Wade
Yeah imma drain that hoe from a mile away
Still learning the game, with no weight to my name
Yeah I'm thinking out the box
Still knew I'm the same (huh?)
Cocky mother lover with the rhymes that slay
On the court gaming Demi-gods
With balls to play
Last round pick with a lot to say
I won't stop 'til I'm on top
Bills to pay
Imma boss
It's automatic
I got this bit on-lock
You ain't ever gonna have it
I got the sauce
'Cause I'm Hispanic
I'll have you looking lost
Hit the three like a savage
I cut across 'n' make ya panic
Toss it in the air for my homie
Watch him slam it
'Cause I'mma boss
It's automatic
When I shoot the shot
Ball hits it like a magnet (aye aye aye)
Hockin' lots
Like I'm an addict
Wanna be like Pac
In that case I gotta practice
Six foot tall
Still a shorty on my court
The fan base small
But, no, won't be thwart
I'll be fast like a glitch
Through a USB port
Flowing rhymes
Throwing dimes
Like a G at Wii sports
Make ya spin
When I dribble past
Riddle when I scribble that
Missile with a wiffle-bat
Sizzle when I swivel smack
Listen 'n' hear it
Pretend you vibing with it
I want you to feel 'n' understand them lyrics
Pushed to my limit
But, I won't ever quit it
Imma give it all I have
Blood, sweat, 'n' my spirit
My stats getting racked
Like I got me a quota
Then we went back to her living room sofa
But, had to give up 'n' I gave her cold shoulder
Because I'm a Pepsi man 'n' that bitch was Coca-Cola
Imma boss
It's automatic
I got this bit on-lock
You ain't ever gonna have it
I got the sauce
'Cause I'm Hispanic
I'll have you looking lost
Hit the three like a savage
I cut across 'n' make ya panic
Toss it in the air for my homie
Watch him slam it
'Cause I'mma boss
It's automatic
When I shoot the shot
Ball hits it like a magnet
Imma boss
It's automatic
I got this bit on-lock
You ain't ever gonna have it
Imma boss
It's automatic
I got this bit on-lock
You ain't ever gonna have it
I got the sauce
'Cause I'm Hispanic
I'll have you looking lost
Hit the three like a savage
I cut across 'n' make ya panic
Toss it in the air for my homie
Watch him slam it
'Cause I'mma boss
It's automatic
When I shoot the shot
Ball hits it like a magnet
Yeah imma boss, it's automatic
Don't matter what it cost
You ain't ever see me lack it (nah)
You better watch yo' step
Before I grab it
She knows that I'm the boss
Anytime i wanna have it (uh)
I hit the gas 'n' the torch pretending like it a gun
Gun it to a hunnid with a second-2-1
My knowledge so vastly 'n' this spitter get nasty
In my family full of blacksheeps
But, they the ones match me
End up with the ball like Dwayne Wade
Yeah imma drain that hoe from a mile away
Still learning the game, with no weight to my name
Yeah I'm thinking out the box
Still knew I'm the same (huh?)
Cocky mother lover with the rhymes that slay
On the court gaming Demi-gods
With balls to play
Last round pick with a lot to say
I won't stop 'til I'm on top
Bills to pay
Imma boss
It's automatic
I got this bit on-lock
You ain't ever gonna have it
I got the sauce
'Cause I'm Hispanic
I'll have you looking lost
Hit the three like a savage
I cut across 'n' make ya panic
Toss it in the air for my homie
Watch him slam it
'Cause I'mma boss
It's automatic
When I shoot the shot
Ball hits it like a magnet (aye aye aye)
Hockin' lots
Like I'm an addict
Wanna be like Pac
In that case I gotta practice
Six foot tall
Still a shorty on my court
The fan base small
But, no, won't be thwart
I'll be fast like a glitch
Through a USB port
Flowing rhymes
Throwing dimes
Like a G at Wii sports
Make ya spin
When I dribble past
Riddle when I scribble that
Missile with a wiffle-bat
Sizzle when I swivel smack
Listen 'n' hear it
Pretend you vibing with it
I want you to feel 'n' understand them lyrics
Pushed to my limit
But, I won't ever quit it
Imma give it all I have
Blood, sweat, 'n' my spirit
My stats getting racked
Like I got me a quota
Then we went back to her living room sofa
But, had to give up 'n' I gave her cold shoulder
Because I'm a Pepsi man 'n' that bitch was Coca-Cola
Imma boss
It's automatic
I got this bit on-lock
You ain't ever gonna have it
I got the sauce
'Cause I'm Hispanic
I'll have you looking lost
Hit the three like a savage
I cut across 'n' make ya panic
Toss it in the air for my homie
Watch him slam it
'Cause I'mma boss
It's automatic
When I shoot the shot
Ball hits it like a magnet
Imma boss
It's automatic
I got this bit on-lock
You ain't ever gonna have it
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