Lyrics:
When I switch lanes, phantom doors swing
Arm out the window screaming money ain't a thang
Call it automatic bang, bang, bang
Call it automatic bang,
Ratchet
Ratchet
Ratchet Ra Ra
Ratchet Ratchet automatic
Feel your feet we feel the static
Ratchet Ratchet automatic
Feel your feet we feel
Automatic
Automatic
Automatic
You know it's on sight
Automatic
Automatic
Automatic
You know it's on sight
I, I, don't know
I don't know what I'd do
Sometimes I like to look at the clouds
A hippo!
Sometimes I like to skip and jump around like a monkey!
Oh yeah!
Sometimes I like to lay
One shot, two shot, three shot, fo'
Call up my driver I'm ready to go
Skip all the lines, I go straight to the do'
When I walk in, I put on a show
Untill she tap me on the knee said we,d better skip this boogaloo
Truck drivers daugther cruising down the contryside
Truck drivers daugther offers me
[Buddy Roe]
Now I gotta let you have it
Rappin' fire from my automatic
Now I gotta let you have it
Rappin' fire from my automatic
[Trick
want neck
Chill bump raiser
Mustang racer
Confident ass
Big risk taker
Automatic with aim
Like a pitching machine
All these l's I took
Show me
daddy don't care
Got these b*tches goin crazy like they babies on the roof
I hit em with rhythms ridiculous riddles
You bit em I skip to the next like my
know how to start it
Thankful it came wit a driver
My driver make more than a pilot
Double R truck we departing
So big that I needed help parking
We gon
to the plate
Bring it on
I'm coming in hot
Like a supersonic automatic weapon
Bring it on
I'm in the driver's seat
And I won't be beat
Bring it on
Spreading my
uh, drop his top
Back up, huh, yeah, we ridin', now we on they block
Frrt, yeah, ha, yeah, automatic Glock
Yeah, we finna burn a hotbox
Yeah, just
Bada bang bang bang bang alright
Bada bang alright then
Look look look look look look quick
See the lyrics it a spit like a automatic
Yow look look
ain't seen this)
Waitin' for my driver to come pick me up
This foreign shit gon' fuck the city up
Got 'em in they feelings 'cause we really up (uh)
No thought involved, It’s all been trained
Automatic, I skip the pain
Straight to the jaw, I stop it cold
No lies are told
I’ve got it down, I’ve
Uhh, uhh, I was chilling on a set
With the fully automatic Tec
Thinking 'bout you girl
I was, working my jugg girl
But I was still thinking 'bout you
the reserve yuh yuh
I need to stack, all of these racks
I flip a pack, I make it back
I got a driver, he got my back
You know that we do not fuck with no rats
I
Could be you're crossing the fine line
A silly driver, kinda off the wall
You keep it cool when it's t-t-tight
Eyes wide open when you start
Could be you're crossing the fine line
A silly driver, kinda off the wall
You keep it cool when it's t-t-tight
Eyes wide open when you start
With your eyes you will gaze
Mysterious I'll say
Will you be my race car driver?
Of all your first mistakes
Am I the best to make?
Will you be my
Mac Melph Calio gonna rape you for yo life ya bitch you
Believe Dat Yeah!
Chorus
Chillin' on the set wit the fully automatic tec
Ya better back
and white
Somewhere between ragged and right
Somewhere between ragged and right
Like a bus load of taxi drivers learnin' how to fly
We're on automatic
and white
Somewhere between ragged and right
Somewhere between ragged and right
Like a bus load of taxi drivers learnin' how to fly
We're on automatic
Aye!
The sun is going down, on this city
I'll soon be driving round, cause I'm your skip driver
Waking up early in the morning, I gotta get it
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