Automatic

[Intro]
[?]
I don't want yo nigga, but I want yo friend
You know I go crazy, you know I go fed
Get on yo knees, nigga, and give me head
Baow
Baow, baow, baow (On my daddy)
Get on yo knees, nigga, and give me head

[Verse 1]
Nigga, fuck a automatic, this a .50
I'mma hit a bitch up with the switchy
Put it on that nigga once, now he miss me
Get rich or die trying, like I'm 50
Bitch I'm from the Mil', we get litty in the city
Smoking out the pack, smoking on that sticky
If you lookin' for a boss bitch, get with me
Niggas be tellin', I should call they ass Mickey
Everywhere I go, you know I gotta [?] cripsy
Baow, get in mode, shake yo hips, hit that heel toe
Point to the air, left, right, then you hit the flo'
Baow, then you hit the flo'
I got fifty, I got blues, I'm up hеlla racks
If I ever said I loved you, that was fuckin' cap
Back, back, gеt in mode, throw that shit back
Back, back, like, yeah, make that shit clap
Fat cat back, all I want is the rackies
From the Mil' where we say, "On my daddy"
I'm a baddie, you know I got a fatty
Pullin' up quick, just send me the addy
I won't ever let a broke nigga have me
I ain't stoppin' 'till I win me a Grammy
Bitch mad 'cause her nigga chose me
The nigga know I'm richer, that nigga know I'm P
Gotta pay a fee, ain't shit in this world free
Competin' wit' nobody, bitch, it's me versus me
I'm who these niggas want, I'm who these bitches wanna be
Up on the net, but in person, bitches cheap
Bitch, hit that shit, hit that shit to this beat
Baow, get in mode, [?], you betta eat
Choppa get to bussin' off the bitch off her feet
Cookin' straight fire, so you know I'm serving heat

[Chorus]
[?]
I don't want yo nigga, but I want yo friend
You know I go crazy, you know I go fed
Get on yo knees, nigga, and give me head

[Verse 2]
All my bitches got a bag, [?]
Thought this was the end? This only the beginning
On these bitches necks as long as I'm living
If you broke and sittin' on yo ass, I ain't interferin'
I be outside everyday, bet' not ever catch you slippin'
My shooters gon' play, some Blood, some Crippin'
Thought you was finna hit it, then you must be trippin'
Purped out, bitches always in my fuckin' business
Spend that nigga bag, make that nigga go delirious
I could never ever take a broke nigga serious
My flow is the illest, you know I'm the realest
I won't stop, I won't quit
Make hits after hits bitch
He gon' choose me everytime 'cause I'm so lit
She gon' throw that shit back, she gon' do a trick
She gon' do a split on it, gon' [?]
[?] and blow a bag 'cause I'm so rich
Yeah, I see you havin' money, but is you spendin' it?
No, I can't make this shit clap, if you ain't throwin' cash
Used to be fucked up with no money, now, I'm on track
I don't ever trip on what I spend, 'cause I'mma make it back
You can't come around here lackin', get yo' shit whacked
Money ain't shit, baby, I got big racks
Niggas say I'm bad, I look like a snack
Did it on my own with no help, that's a fact
Ask yo bitch, she might know
Bitch, I'm Myaap
All his bitches basic and I'm bad, I'm a real piece
Time to wake these bitches up, they [?]
I'mma make it far with this shit, y'all gon' feel me

[Chorus]
[?]
I don't want yo nigga, but I want yo friend
You know I go crazy, you know I go fed
Get on yo knees, nigga, and give me head