808 Auto Lyrics

Put my dawgs on first day out we had two corvettes (too call vets)

They got time to waste (waist) can't squeeze a second ain't no corset

I'm a having ass nigga but wasn't pressure when I ain't have it

Soul (sole) searching to defeat (the feet) but we all know that'll never happened

Shooters got the green light ain't no stopping when we in traffic

Casablanca sweatsuit smoking grade A in Calabasas

She could poke her ass out but she know she not established

If we judging on the looks this what a 10 is (tennis) but she ratchet

Overpopulated pockets they can't tell me what my cents is (census)

Imma die counting up bury me right in my checkings

Strippers, trappers, killers, only thing that's in my section

Teach a nigga we ain't kidding, bet this choppa, add a lesson (adolescent)

She's believe a good man, the one who tricking off in Bergdorf

Firing on site, we never handing out no furlough

Her man got rowdy, cause I pipped her, I ain't even take her skirt off

Fucking 10 bad bitches, never had to

Put my dawgs on first day out we had two corvettes (too call vets)

They got time to waste (waist) can't squeeze a second ain't no corset

I'm a having ass nigga but wasn't pressure when I ain't have it

Soul (sole) searching to defeat (the feet) but we all know that'll never happened

Shooters got the green light ain't no stopping when we in traffic

Casablanca sweatsuit smoking grade A in Calabasas

Six bin litty, cover ends, I got the tab litt

Feeling like the Vice President (device), making money off the tablet