Automatic

[Verse 1: Keeta]
With the gang ride around bitch escalate
Yeah, shit get nasty once you step away
Them Lockhart boys they savage
Might just fuck a bad bitch
And that choppa' keep on shootin' that bitch automatic
If it's beef I call his mom and tell her cop a casket
O-On my momma all we know is dollars cop attachments
He was talkin' Lockhart boys gon' drop 'em make him past tense

[Chorus: keeta]
And all my brothers we too hard
You been talkin' pull yo' cart
Don't be yappin' 'cause my brother aim just like they is darts
Why they cappin' like they really ain't knowin' who we are
They ain't ready for the streets, man you don't fit the part

[Verse 2: Keeta]
I need Wock I need designer on my clothes 'cause I was brokе
Had a homeboy off the Oxy's he don't play with that no morе
I can't go but If I'm walkin' round downtown I got my pole
I got real life sticks for a internet troll
You's a real-life bitch and I know that you know
This a real-life switch made the whole room glow
And I think I got the itch off this perc and I'm cold
And she said she got the ick from my pint, stupid hoe

[Verse 3: Jahhlu]
Stupid lil' bitch
He tryna talk on the gang so twins say get on his ass
I did it in math
If I shoot 44 that mean I got 6 in the mag
I call up my brother named Reefuh I said "What you doin'?", he said "Sippin' Henny in class"
Wake up count my money, roll up, then I smoke my gas
Fa-fa chopper shoot and that bitch automatic
Fa-fa-fa blicker hit his back and got nigga lackin'
Cha-cha-cha-chopper hit his back and got a nigga dancin'
Said "run it back" bitch I'm addicted to mags
Run it back, 12 and they get on his ass
I feel like [?] 'cause I'm spankin' the block, I'm whippin' these lil' niggas ass
[?] tell ya'll, tell that bitch to get naked you know I'ma break her like glass
And I'm in the trap and I'm- don't say it, focus, I gotta get in the bag
Lockhart be the gang bitch I'm runnin' for [?] twin say get on his ass

[Verse 4: vasto]
Get on his heels
My lil' bro he off of this pill
He tryna catch kills
That shit it get real
Metal around him now he made of steel
Nigga I'm sparkin' shit just like a eel
That bitch catchin' feels
I told that hoe ew
That bitch is disgusting
And she just suckin' not fucking
Ain't about money bitch end of discussion
Stay with my dawg like Megaman Rush bitch
Right in your crib yeah we rushed in
Keeta gon' bust it
We not the ones to fuck with
Or you gon' feel repercussions
Hittin' his head yeah that's more than concussion
We tryna knock that shit off
No you can't get in Lockhart you too soft
Said he a problem we gettin' 'em solved

[Chorus, keeta]
And all my brothers we too hard
You been talkin' pull yo' cart
Don't be yappin' 'cause my brother aim just like they is darts
Why they cappin' like they really ain't knowin' who we are
They ain't ready for the streets, man you don't fit the part

[Verse 5: Yurms]
And my choppa keep on shootin' this shit automatic
We got 9's and 357's I look like a savage
I'm the nightmare, I been kicked back countin' cabbage
Till' I die man, [? ]you can't trust a bad bitch
Tote that semi [?] get your nails and lashes
She said she gon' hold that blick for me, get hella active
Yeah my choppa make him jump, he look like a rabbit
I keep countin' up this paper told my bitch to bag it
I got a bag and I double and triple it
We talkin' 'bout it if we really livin' it
Love for the game I got so many kids in it
Pull out the chopper like skrt, whippin' 'em up
Send bullets through your hood
Like we don't give a fuck
My life [?]
They said you bad lil' bitch [?]

[Verse 6: reef]
Folks wanna die 'bout a bitch
Glock with a switch 'cause the opps drink piss
She wanna suck dick 'cause lil' Reef can't miss
I was riding through the town in a, tank bitch
Smoke gas out the propane tank it hit
I was eatin' lo mein with my top-ranked bitch
We hot but we hot get the smoke stank twins
Took his hoe outta state in a Cullinan
Big body came outta state
But we came from outer space
I'm good at playin' it safe I just hit up my brother to put out my gang, Insane
I beef with the [?] I'm floodin' the lead and that T-shirt got room for your face
Got GLE's [?] this uzi gon' [?] diamonds all over the place

[Verse 7: kkypr]
With the gang, ridin' 'round
We gon' send a hundred rounds
Did a show in my town
That ain't cold, you gon' drown
Bodies on the ice, don't fuck around
Way to cold to push it down
Brand new drugs just hit the town
Turn my frown right upside down
Now I can't get into it, and I'm with the movement
Are you stupid, bitch I keep a Ruger
Bitch we keep bazookas
Fucking up your tea with sugar
Pulling up we pickin' boogers
Yeah, you know I got shooters
Posted up you know they do this

[Verse 8: viavulc]
Why you keep on talkin'? I pull up with static, yeah
Big ass Lockhart in the eighth we go to Saks Fifth, yeah
Bitch I'm in a Honda then I switched into the wagon
Walk up with that fuckin' Draco it be talking flatten[?]
That bitch tryna fuck, I don't want that hoe
Walkin' with the Glick, poppin' at your bro
Bitch I'm in the store, we up in the store
I can never fold, I can not go home
If he talk on Lockhart I'ma leave his body cold
My brother just copped some Zaza and he finna roll

[Verse 9: cejay]
You fit the part hoe
My bitch is a dark hoe
Two Drac' like I'm Rambo
Yo' bitch is a fan hoe
I promise to god I'm hittin' the top, bitch thats on my brother
I don't need a nine to knock you off or make you niggas suffer
So much shit inside my cup, damn its changin' colors
Fucked a stripper hoe so good I had to change my covers
I had to tell my old hoe how it was, bitch we not no lovers
Only thing that I love is X's and them fucking uppers

[Chorus: keeta]
All my brothers we too hard
You been talkin' pull yo' cart
Don't be yappin' 'cause my brother aim just like they is darts
Why they cappin' like they really ain't knowin' who we are
They ain't ready-