Automatic

[Verse]
Passion for wrapping the rubber bands around the money
Won’t touch her that a bitch is a bungee
I got picked a pack of that purple punch it
Really pack one won’t pull on it if it ain’t pungent
Buss through her walls
Got her screaming oh yea
She stay running away when she tell me she coming
A play for the stash and she tell me she coming
I get the bag, get her cut, get the cuddy
This shit won’t magic it ain’t happen suddenly
Smoke clouds on the days fill with rain they won’t sun me
I rolled the dice and it made me a monster
Then he started beasting the game like Jumanji
Mad house like asylum strapped up like a dummy
I sprouted the the product from out where it’s muddy
The shine on the jury , shit bang like I’m judging
I like my whip like su young push the button
I ain’t let up since they bodied my cousin
Hoe I’m not ya kin, not ya pal, not ya buddy
Won’t let em touch me temper too touchy
Im out the window
With the house like a shutter
Don’t wanna fuck just the head cause I’m stubborn
Stay prayed up ain’t phased by the phrases the utter
I got some shooters who really do it
Spin the block in a box with Roddy like mustard
Caught me slipping up once that damaged my trust
Never again won’t get played like a sucka
I ain’t a killer don’t mean I won’t buss it
Know where to find me you really won't pluck me
Labels want me to sign I don’t need em for nothing
Reality tv want me in they budget
Hope you don’t think I’m distracted by muggin
Bitch I’ma beast show my teeth with no muzzle
Blues in my pockets receipts from my hustle
Scars on my body receipts from the struggles
Wow, Truth
Had a few cut circle tight like huddle
Play outta bounds catch a bullet
Pow, juice
Too fly I need me a landing pad
In the spot with the blue just like I’m handicapped
Loot
Count up the bands imma bandit
Know these niggas can’t stand it
This shit automatic

[Chorus]
All that ass up on a baddie
She got the mental the match
That shit automatic
Too gone off the drink for a manual
I need a focus in traffic
The whip automatic
On tracks just excuse all my manners
Every beat I be snapping
This shit automatic
Need me a flooded out Patek, water
No water bed I had flood up the mattress

[Chorus]
All that ass up on a baddie
She got the mental the match
That shit automatic
Too gone off the drink for a manual
I need a focus in traffic
The whip automatic
On tracks just excuse all my manners
Every beat I be spazzing
This shit automatic
Need me a flooded out Patek, water
No water bed I had flood up the mattress