AUTOMATIC (feat. Doe Boy & 42 Dugg)

What is divine light? BIA-BIA Aziz BIA-BIA Push to start, automatic parts I don't even think I have a heart Tin Man, B.E.T after dark Dance emoji like I popped a narc He was feeling on this pussy, so I threw that shit in park I'll go cry inside a Lambo truck, can't fuck him in no two-door Bring your man a bitch and he gon ask you find him two more I can teach you game for what these bitches go to school for See me with the same hoes, I don't really fuck with new whores, No Tell that nigga hurry, drop that bag on me (tell that nigga) I like when he spending all this cash on me (I like) Cripping 'cause I like them Channel tags on me (tell that nigga) If he want a date, then spend that stash on me (tell that nigga) Tell that nigga hurry, drop that bag on me (tell that nigga) I just got a clutch to hold this magazine (I like) Pussy good, it make him wanna spazz on me (tell that nigga) So I know it's real, he got a tat of me (tell that nigga) Yeah, Doe Bizzy got them racks, that's what they mad for If she act up, kick her to the curb like my last hoe, bitch I just drunk a fifth, girl, come get your back broke Girl, that pussy good, if you cheat, might kick your ass, hoe Shooters pull up spraying, they gon' blowing on demand (rrah, rah, rah) I just fell asleep inside your hoe, I'm off the Xan (let's go, let's go) You deal with Doe Beezy, got a problem on your hands (Doe Beezy) Your boyfriend get to tripping, pull that chopper on your mans (rah, rah, rah) I fuck on pop stars now, bitch, I'm hot as fuck (mwah, mwah) You can't get this dick, bitch, you not hot enough (well, damn) Nigga say he want some smoke, but not popping up Popped a lot of opps, still ain't drop enough (boom, boom, boom, boom) Just getting started My youngings, they stupid retarded (grrt) Spotted an opp in a party, shoot his ass down, then we leave in a 'Rari (skrrt) Fuck all my enemies (duck all my enemies) They ain't did shit to me Ain't no rapper, keep the blick on me I secure my security (oh, really) Tell that nigga hurry, drop that bag on me (tell that nigga) I like when he spending all this cash on me (I like) Cripping 'cause I like them Channel tags on me (tell that nigga) If he want a date, then spend that stash on me (tell that nigga) Tell that nigga hurry, drop that bag on me (tell that nigga) I just got a clutch to hold this magazine (I like) Pussy good, it make him wanna spazz on me (tell that nigga) So I know it's real, he got a tat of me (tell that nigga) Don't got no bitch on me, what the fuck are you talking about? (Not me) Young, wild nigga, I don't cough at all Bitches stay in they feelings, can't fuck em raw (at all) You gon' suck this dick when I see you Got a million stashed, I don't need you (no cap) Bought a million bags for these hoes Still stressed out and alone (what else?) One point five from the phone (cash) Two point two on the road (what else?) Young turnt, nigga, I'm goals But I ain't shit without my bros Can't wait 'til you all get home Another day, nigga, another dollar Chanel, Givenchy, Gucci, Prada I don't purchase none of that shit, but I got it East side, first nigga from the hood on a G5 That was me, that was me