Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Automatic, artist - sheff g. Album song THE UNLUCCY LUCCY KID, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 26.09.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: EMPIRE, Winners Circle
Song language: English
Automatic |
We slide on blocks, we’ll leave it in parked, look, we balling no parks, huh |
Push engine to start, ain’t no evidence when it sparks |
Brllt, look, brllt di blat, couple 'ol guns used for attack |
I done seen fights to backing out straps, couple lil snakes I thought had my |
back |
'Till I gotta shoot that boy he flinching, spotted them routes he looks |
suspicious |
Look, shit he clinching, ambulance speed that boy to the clinic |
Tell 'em bring, paramedics, acrobatics, cinematic hungry hoes with you |
Niggas try shooting at us, clapping at us, niggas know that Shooter gang hit you |
Pockets obese, real damage, ain’t much love I got in these streets nigga |
But I’m street nigga, that’s his man, Sleepy hit his ass have him sleep quicker |
He deceased with him, tote no straps don’t hang around me, stand around me |
Look, can’t split no cash, no lick around me, stain around me, gang around me |
Tillet — only my bitch arouse me, silly |
I’ve done been drilling around these buildings, praying to my god I know he |
forgiving |
Look, more havoc, wanted to taste, bring more addicts |
Keep a closed mouth that’s smooth traffic, hop in that car that’s few 'matics |
If you ask me, please don’t ask me, uh |
When it come to bitches like my shorty super nasty |
But if we talking chops, uh, I love 40 Glocks |
If we talking blocks, we done spinned a lot, uh |
If you talking opps, simple, make your niggas pop, pimple |
You ain’t sending shots, look, you just send a threat |
But we can make a bet, 100K gang get your whole set |
It ain’t nuttin' less, next, smoking what I stretch |
Shooter gang got food on niggas necks |
Who the gang got niggas tryna flex |
We the gang got bitches tryna sex |
I ain’t really worried 'bout a bitch, big bro told me worry 'bout a cheque |
Disrespect then you valid for a death |
Naw he ain’t a big dog, I swear that man is a rat |
He try running we shooting his kicks off, when he trip he get hit with that |
blaat |
Wanna know where I got all of this sauce, I just say I do this and do that |
Any minute I want niggas clipped off, I can pull up with Sheff and attack |