Automatic

Turnt up, not burnt up, **** diss on the gang, gon' get his dumb ass sent up

You know that, long live Mook and Mike, diss on them, you gon' lose your life

Alright, they already know ain't no duckin' the switches

They dropped forty shots, how the fuck they ain't hit me?

I'm out on my block, tell them **** get with me (Pull up, I'm here)

If I catch a cut, I bounce out with the fifty (Rrah, rrah)

****, don't spin up this block in a straight (Don't do it)

The last **** tried caught shots from the Drac' (Rrah, rrah)

Backend tired of Top, now he smokin' on Glizzy (His dead ass)

Joc dumb ass got smoked by a ghillie (His gay ass)

I turned up and put all the light on the city (For real)

Mook Money died, so we spinnin' the bity (Yeah, we spinnin')

If I catch an opp ho, I'ma shoot off her titties (Her ho ass)

Z Money 'nem been locked in with Diddy (They gas ass)

****, I seen your lil' diss, it was pretty (It was cute)

Still play with 9s, man, that lil' **** kitty (His dumb ass)

Don't think I got fire, man, that lil' **** silly (Fuck)

Toss Gang heat shit up when it's chilly (Know that)

Uh, we lay belt to they ass, Uncle Willy

My favorite gun gotta be Drac' or 10 milli' (Know that)

When Woo get clapped, K gon' be shitty (His bitch ass)

Lil Three make the SRT Jeep do a wheelie (We gone)

Say, what about Quinsy? That lil' **** femmy (His ho ass)

Backend won't an opp get near me

If I like your J, then I'm takin' it with me (Give me that)

Stand over him and put shots in his kidney (Rrah, rrah)

Tryna buy a Micro, but it gotta be Mini (Drac')

Lil' Vonno, he stay strapped up like jimmy (Grrah)

This Glock 23 make a fat **** skinny (His bitch ass)

Don't get killed 'cause you tweakin' off Henny (Dumbass)

Hoodie on, mask on just like Kenny (Mask)

I can get a fuck **** killed for a penny (Know that)

How many opps left? Man, it ain't that many

Pull up in a Hemi, bounce out with a semi, **** (Come here, come here)

Fuck the O, ****, fuck the A too

We swing them doors, we off North Avenue

Got a drizzy with a fifty, we swingin' all through the city

If you with it, you get it, belt stretch all the way to Philly

Tap that biscuit, that nugget, bitch, I want that muffin

It's ugly and you pump and I'll kill everything in front me

Bitch, we grew up takin' shit

Birdman with me, he'll take your bitch

In the streets like potholes, got rocks and blows 'til the trap close

Ain't shit sweet 'bout my 4s, they off Percocets in Durangos

Off narcos in top mode, I'm tellin' you boys, they dangerous

Better watch out who y'all hang with

Fuck Lil Fame, he famous

Fuck Black Mob, fuck Amerus

Ask Sane 'nem, I can't miss

This right here is another hit

Got the same Glock on another hit

'Cause them bitch-ass **** be kickin' it

It's Monsters, Inc. you come through here

'Cause we swingin' doors, we scarin' shit

Ran down on 'em, Curry

I gave them boys the thirty

Then I reload in a hurry

I'm on Sane 'nem