Automatic N8

Creep, creep, creep

Met a bad bitch, high performance, we been winining with them ways
All these souls upon the counter, let him know that he's all there
Snorkel, fuck up some piranhas, holy smokes, im in my best
New bugatti with the fire, torching streets, with legal bread

Bread
Tasting meat, i steak up, all these pans got freeze on send
Stash house, at the pier, it got no addy, it got bread
Bread and butter feed these hoes, i double up my keg

Margiela rocking bitches, they got drip, them hopes is there
Reality got levels, im a crown, your subject tear
Study all your minions, comedy on channel fear
Bugatti doors, im famous, Asiago, plenty bread

Nun but numbers, military, moves like x and o
Checking papers, making sure i got this shit on flow

Flow, flow i know

Moving out, with squadron, we got jeeps and we got vees
Fuels tanks by the numbers, it's a move, on top of move
Checkers in this bitch, and it's fun, until my beat
Veggies doing healing, chopper doing spins with spins

Rocks, rocks

Creep



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Writer(s): Bankole Ogunde
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