Automatic Lyrics by YBN Nahmir
[Intro]
Ayy, ayy, ayy “grrah”
[Hook/Chorus]
Semi automatics, pistols clapping, ayy
F–k a Tec, I got mad tools
We ain’t talking ’bout no n—-s like these hoes do
Think I’m p—y, n—a, run up, bet I showed you
I bounce out with a .30, bounce out with a stick
I’m the plug, call my phone if you need a fix
Do a hit, and then I tell a bro to ditch the whip
Mouths sealed, we ain’t f—–g with that snitching s–t
[Verse]
I’m chicken chasing, chasing chicken, just to get the paper
Them bullets coming through them brick like they was some lasers
No barber shop, but bet this blade’ll leave him with a taper
I’m the man and i got b—–s, come in all the flavors
Want beef? we deliver s–t like pizza hut
RIP my n—a fredo, so we keep it cut
When you hear me in your car, turn yo speakers up
If you catch me in that field, keep that heater tucked
If you ever catch me lackin, better blow n—a
We ain’t really with that talking, really smoke n—-s
Big poles if you thinking it’s a joke n—a
Let it blow n—a, If you thinking i’m a hoe n—a
[Hook/Chorus]
Semi automatics, pistols clapping, ayy
F–k a Tec, I got mad tools
We ain’t talking ’bout no n—-s like these hoes do
Think I’m p—y, n—a, run up, bet I showed you
I bounce out with a .30, bounce out with a stick
I’m the plug, call my phone if you need a fix
Do a hit, and then I tell a bro to ditch the whip
Mouths sealed, we ain’t f—–g with that snitching s–t
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