Automatic (Remix)

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Westside Younginn

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Wear my heart up on my sleeve might be the last day I wear this tee
Family members like where you been shit, chasin money and chasin peace
Tryna find myself for real I can't get caught up in these streets
Cuz Dejon, Juiceman and Lana and baby cuz look up to me

But this shit deep, take a risk by any means I gotta eat
And i aint nobody for real, i aint out here getting paid to  rap on beats, it hurt me bad I lost my cuz, and my aunties don't even speak
Still free, Glizzy up out that pound, he call like every other week

Tryna shake this Pill habit, f*ck who hatin, I'm still havin
Let em troll all on them apps and we gon' catch his ass in traffic
Let a lil bitch think she gon' trick me out my bag, it ain't gon' happen
I'ma buy the yacht and drive that bitch myself, you can call me captain

Send a lo, these niggas touched mad bout a ho, man, these bitches fucked
Whenever I get in my feelings, I turn right to the drugs, cuz they cheer me up
Feel like I be giving my all, trying my best for real, but it's never enough
Whenever I feel like crashin, I think about my mama and pour a cup

And this shit real, let a nigga diss one of mine, and he gettin killed
My bitch keep naggin, my moves ain't pop, I ain't took no drugs, I don't know how to feel
I'm just tryna get rich and take care of all the mines, I don't wanna deal
I'ma delete these apps, and crawl back in my shell, I'm just tryna heal

If I pop my shit for real, I'm who these hoes be wanting to see
Like if we f*ck, just keep it P, loving bitches, that ain't me
And I'm it for real, counted my first 15 G's in SRT
Once I take this dub, I'ma f*ck around and my bug, just let me be

Tryna get my shit together, I can't keep faking like I'm happy when i was down, you ain't have me, tryna keep focus, I pop a addy
I don't give no f*ck bout who don't like me, whenever they talk, just tell them @ me
And I ain't loving these hoes, or trusting these bitches, I got that from my daddy

Must admit, young nigga lit, I'm the shit, if he troll, I'll f*ck his bitch
This bitch know if she post me on any app, I'm calling it quits
Niggas know how we play ball, this ain't no cap, I call a blitz
Bitch get drunk with all her friends and FaceTime me like she my bitch

But where you at, bae? Send me your lo', I'ma come there and pick you up
When I come back that way, switch on this Glock, get put right to his head
Like it's a cap, bae, these niggas get bumped for big shit and  get right out these niggas' raps, bae, head taps

I ain't talking bout no business, on no fed apps
And that bitch pussy might be nuke, but that bitch head wack
Came to pop my shit, I thought I said that
I thought I said that

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