Fully Auto

[Intro: Jay Worthy]
Yeah you already know how it is, it's that LNDN DRGS
Affiliated, that's how we coming on this one you feel me?
Larry June, G Perico, my brother A$ton Matthews, Krazy Bone, Conway, Meyhem Lauren, Problem, Hootie, Iamsu!, Casey Veggies, my brother T.F. from the 50s, Mac Mall I see you too cuddi, Soopafly from the Dogg Pound, Fast Lane Figg, Jack Sippa

[Verse 1: Jay Worthy]
Niggas acting jealous now they switching up
Still up in the hood, shit good when you mention us
Fully automatic with the static, got the hammer tucked
Right under the seat, four deep you don't want to funk
Really from the streets, on Ps, never heard of ya
All the homies G, on me they some murderers
I be in the V shaded up with some workers Blood
Hoes they get it for a young P got my money up
Better have that quarter every night, ain't no funny stuff
Niggas acting like they hella tough but they never bust
If she thinking this pimping is a game put her on a bus
She ain't coming back without a stack that be thick as fuck
Jump up in the ocean full of gold like I'm Scrooge McDuck
Tell them other hoes to choose up with some whoopers Blood
I got 20 toes and 20 more never had enough
I be knocking bitches that the 5 pull em out the club

[Chorus: Imagination]
You got the loving but now you desperately
That is what you doing to me
You got the loving
But now you hold on me
Tragic got hold on me
You got the loving but not satisfy
Said you got the loving
You got the loving, I just want to try

[Verse 2: T.F.]
Bendin corners with that semi-automatic
City to city, we make it happen
If it ain't about dollars then I ain't answerin
I coulda did the Cavali's
But I went Stan Smith
Dom P popping we better living
I threw heels on the coupy I come from pimping
Yeah I'm stuck on that bullshit like Scottie Pippen
Snub nose looking like Scottie Pippen
Million dollar missionS I'm driven by painted ceilings
Gone in 60 seconds that Shelby, yeah that's my engine
Now my name in movies, the credits but I ain't in them
I ain't even started my interest, it's going to be viscous
Double parking Benzs', we treating foreign like rentals
I throw your bitch on a track like instrumentals
Nigga shoulda listened, crash course the fast lane
No brakes, no seat belts, just propane
Yeah I'm all gas, high-powered like Mac-11s
Everything scandalous, filling foreigns with 87
Hennessey, Remy and game spillin...
I come from pimping, got bitches in Chowchilla
Nigga hit the field and we ball like Von Miller
Niggas talking tough and be pussy that's Rah Digga
Nigga get that 40 and dump, that's Shawn Kemp
And bitch I'm done chillin' unless it over a million...
Kill 'em!

[Chorus]
You got the loving but now you desperately
That is what you doing to me
You got the loving
But now you hold on me
Tragic got hold on me
You got the loving but not satisfy
Said you got the loving
You got the loving, I just want to try