SEMI-AUTO

[Intro: POETIK & MELODOWNZ]
Y'all don't wan' know where my uso semi (Ah)
Semi-automatic when I'm at it, boy
Y'all don't wan' know where my uso semi (Ah)
Semi-automatic when I'm at it
Don't play with it, it ain't safe wit' it (Uh)
Don't play with it (Uh), it ain't safe wit' it (Uh)
Don't play with it (Uh), it ain't safe wit' it (Ah)
Keep talkin' (Shh), I might have to catch a case wit' it

[Verse 1: POETIK & MELODOWNZ]
Aight, let's get straight to the point
Poetik's in the house so you know what I'm 'bout
6-8-5, Apia City on mind (On mind)
Got the Poly stamp, I'ma rep it worldwide (Worldwide)
There's levels to this game, you gon' have to come up
'Til then, I be all up in the cut like blood
(Boo-yah!) Tell 'em "guard the safe"
My rhymes decapitate, I send God your face
(Stay low) If you talk about me
Ask the streets if you know about me, I'm a real one (Real one)
Ain't a killer but don't fuck around with 'em
I'm about progress, don't get murked in the process
Rappers tryna bite my flow, they quick to vomit
'Cause I'm hard to digest, you just can't stomach
Who's the biggest threat that spits the ghetto tales? (Ghetto tales)
I ain't Scarface but I make coke sales
Check the [?], I'm smoother than two tenners
The [?] is due, [?] when dealin' with loose tenants
Do this for my kin, bang for the village
Came here to win so that fuck catch your feelings

[Chorus: POETIK & MELODOWNZ]
Y'all don't wan' know where my uso semi (Ah)
Semi-automatic when I'm at it, boy
Y'all don't wan' know where my uso semi (Ah)
Semi-automatic when I'm at it
Don't play with it, it ain't safe wit' it (Uh)
Don't play with it (Uh), it ain't safe wit' it (Uh)
Don't play with it (Uh), it ain't safe wit' it (Ah)
Keep talkin' (Shh), I might have to catch a case wit' it (Yeah)

[Verse 2: MELODOWNZ & POETIK]
West side A-D, AK the Carson
Word to my family, first name Bronson
Not from Compton but I stay coastin'
Poetically done, I'm rollin' anything up that will keep my energy up
Now fuck a vanity slut
I'm out the gate, baby, now out the galaxy, bitch
Not a misogynist, I got this sauce so haters wanna copy it
I'm still poppin', hit a blunt, coughin' and shit
Still muffin', put the pussy in the coffin and shit
(Go easy) Melo, you're too honest
Some of these bitches are on my jimmy, they energizin' my neutrons
Light side, the vibe is too strong
I put around like a sedatively [?] and two blondes
West side Melo when I'm winnin'
Put the shades on my eyes 'cause they tryna see the vision (What else?)
West side Melo when I'm winnin'

[Chorus: POETIK & MELODOWNZ]
Y'all don't wan' know where my uso semi (Ah)
Semi-automatic when I'm at it, boy
Y'all don't wan' know where my uso semi (Ah)
Semi-automatic when I'm at it
Don't play with it, it ain't safe wit' it (Uh)
Don't play with it (Uh), it ain't safe wit' it (Uh)
Don't play with it (Uh), it ain't safe wit' it (Ah)
Keep talkin' (Shh), I might have to catch a case wit' it (Yeah)

[Bridge: MELODOWNZ & Lukan Rai$ey]
I be cruisin' in my homie's do', rollin' like the 80's
My homie's got this drizzy, gettin' busy, you can't fade me, bro
Bitch, I'll be dressed to kill
Too smooth when I'm on my shit
These haters gonna hate 'cause ain't no (Yeah) [?] too legit (Raisey)

[Verse 3: Lukan Rai$ey]
Ayy, what's good, motherfucker? I been boppin' with my thang tucked
Came up 'bout it with the homies, throw the hood off
Fuck y'all yappin' like these bitches, that's some hoe shit
Ayy, cuz, lemme introduce me to the [?]
Full clip, see yo' head if you fuck with my fam though
Bullshit whenever I hear 'em say the bando
South side bangin', shoutout to the west side
C-A family, yeah, I know the east side
[?] live, rollin' up, we 'bout to bring the funk back
Bop-bop, lil' homies aimin' for your starter cap
Ain't no love when you came up in the gutter
Heard the price on your head, you better go and see your mother
You talkin' to the feds, got you talkin' with a stutter
Probably pull up in your hood and everyone say you a buster (Uh)
Real with the shit, we really real with the shit
Fuck you know 'bout duckin' shots up in the ville with this shit
Had my grill in a twist, war wound so I'm cutthroat
Khakis, hats, ski masks, fillin' up my cup slow
But still ain't validated for the shine
Celebrated through the pain, give a fuck and gettin' high, yeah
Ain't nobody gonna twist my cap
I just do my dance while she be grindin' on my lap, yeah
Yellin' "It's OK", [?] in my bloodline
We was throwin' hands when these rappers throwin' punchlines
Need a hundred grand then a milli, fuck a milly rock
Haters in the stands can't stand when I diddy bop
But you know it's how we do that there
For The Ville in your mouth so we move that bag, you bitch