automatic Lyrics

Yeah

Pulling up on tens, bitch it's automatic

Sliding off that bench, bitch it's automatic

I don't need no warmup, bitch it's automatic

I don't need no printed switch, it's automatic

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

Bitch I gotta have it

Niggas in streets, they moving crazy, yeah this get tragic

I don't ever speak about it, no I do not chat it

But I'm in this shit for life, I'll prolly get it tatted

Yeah, she be talking crazy it's the Soju, I don't judge

He gon meet N'Jobu if he dolo with no gun

Popping out for vents, bitch I'm popping out for fun

If you leave me with a text bitch, how can I respond?

Need to link up with my best for a minute

Need to link up with my ex for a minute

Need to beat up on my chest for a minute

Niggas won't give me a rest for a minute

Yeah, Vêtements on my shirt

Step up off my turf

You gon' strike a nerve

Double body swerve

I don't do no dirt

You could still get hurt

Body meet the earth

Cradle to the grave

Nigga cradle to the hearse

Everything he did nigga, bet I did it first

Secret Agent (Brrrrr) got him with my burst

Euro-stepping like I'm on the motherfucking Spurs

Lightskin nigga by the net, call me Nurse

Pulling up on tens, bitch it's automatic

Sliding off that bench, bitch it's automatic

I don't need no warmup, bitch it's automatic

I don't need no printed switch, it's automatic

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

Bitch I gotta have it

Niggas in streets, they moving crazy, yeah this get tragic

I don't ever speak about it, no I do not chat it

But I'm in this shit for life, I'll prolly get it tatted