Lyrics:
It's automatic
It's automatic
You see that boy with somethin', just know I already had it
Whether it's the clothes that he wear or the hoes he
the bottle, warm gin dripping down my chin
For the ones securing, you can't win against 25 niggas bent up with mac 10 semi-automatics, full-addicted crime
I'm about to lose my mind
Got me an automatic nine, now I'm wilding out
When school's over, pu-pil are people to shoot through
Kids going cuckoo,
a spell
Found it in a wishing well
It's a matter of mind
You know you can be free forever
So the next time someone
Points a gun at you
Say shoot
dust with the older G's
Soakin' up the game that was told to me
I ain't never touched a gat
That I couldn't shoot
I learned not to trust the
Bitch from
automatic street sweep potential
We official, ask us about us, whole team official (West side)
Street credentials, automatic street sweep potential (Game,
Bankroll mafia, can't believe you bought that
Automatic long clip, you know you ain't 'bout that
Better listen so you heard what I said, hoe nigga
Better
[Daz]
Motherfuckers know that it's on tonight
we came in here to fuck it up with a shoot out or fight
Niggas don't understand that it's on tonight
[Daz]
Motherfuckers know that it's on tonight
We came in here to fuck it up with a shoot out or fight
Niggas don't understand that it's on tonight
doing? My name's Tony
Go ahead point me to the blues
I'm so comfortable inside the hood
I walk round with no shoes
I rock black, my diamonds white
I mix
tongue let the automatic
Clip like script runs
How this kid got the coupe he
Used to be a chicken
Checks come quicker than Nike sweatshops
Head shots I
I keep on thumbin' through 100's and 50's
Lil' bitches that's thicker than Nicki
I keep a team full of shooters, they all be on point
If they shoot
down my chin
For the crippled children
You can't win against 25
Niggas bent up with mac 10 semi-automatics
Fully-addicted crime addicts
So long as there
fully loaded and cocked
Hollow points shot
Next to the firing pin, with the hammer ready to drop
I took you off, so accept the loss
Crack open some olde
goin psycho
Shoot it for three mess you up like a typo
Call me Reggie cuz nine seconds I might go
Off for eight points let me say it like Michael
I'm
Bankroll mafia, can't believe you bought that
Automatic long clip, you know you ain't 'bout that
Better listen so you heard what I said, hoe nigga
(Tell me what's the point of being the good guy?)
Wasted, heart broke
Tell me what's the point of being the good guy?
Tell me what's the point
Tell me tell me
What's the point nigga
Tell a nigga sum
What's the point of having money if I can't get rich yet
Say, what's the point of having
feel
Ya'll need be loco,
Dig a hole in you bolo
Look out for dolo
Especially if you acting brolo down for dolo
On the creek and point
temperature shoots up to one hundred degrees
It's manual automatic makes me weak at the knees
My craving feeds at the palm of your hand
Executive attention yes
She know imma savage
This bitch shoot Automatic
She feel in love with fabrics
And how I'm into fashion
She know imma savage
This Bitch shoot
insane
Dont live by what I see
Live by my faith
Shoot it by any means
My shot it bang
Shot military
Automatic bang
I can still green
I have my eyes
Hop back oo
Drop back shoot
Winning feeling easy about to drop 52
About to call my dudes
I'm in an all-night mood
Man this is automatic not the lot I
Bitch you know it gang gang
Tryna get this bread like a duck
Headshot you stuck
Point five outta luck
Pull up outside in a truck
Ion really give
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