Automatic Lyrics

(It's P$G)

(Hit you with the automatic)

(Aye aye)

Hoe do not test me

I'll really fuck on your best friend

If she ain't cute tell her don't text me

She tryna sext me

But I be serving these plays so a nigga cannot pay attention

Stay with protection

And if a knife ain't enough I'm gone empty out the Smith & Wesson

That boy acting strange

So we might wipe his lil nose it was running with blood like Eleven yea

$antiago PG ready to blow

Being a hater motivate me more

Go ask your bitch how she was stroking my dick

Hoe was doing it too slow like there is the door

Told her I nutted already but really hoe done got me bored

The bitch comin over to talk really though she trying to get her legs all sore

She call I ignore I ain't down bad I'm gone chase me some money first then fuck a hoe

Used to eat ramen straight out the pack just like a meal

Still eating ramen now I flip packs sip me some lean cracking the Wockhardt seal

Let's take it back to the day when I jumped on the block with these pills

Codeine and Hydros I was a youngin still gonna serve you you better not squeal

Let's keep it real don't know about signing a deal you know im chasing a mil

(Aye aye)

She was stroking my dick yea she using both hands

Know what im here for it ain't no romance

Drum on the bottom I ain't in no band

Run up on me while I'm strapped ain't a good plan

White on white tabs I feel like a snowman

Wasn't fucking with me but now you a whole fan

I ain't see shit mind my business like a blind man

Cup is so muddy I feel like I'm dirty dan

(Aye)

And it's all love really but these niggas hate and these niggas fake

They ain't helping you put no food on your plate

And I gotta sacrifice for what's at stake

I ain't savin no hoe I done threw away the cape

Either you live or you die thats the only escape

Hangin with some gorillas and we wearing Bape

And your bitch sucked my dick go ask if she ate

(Aye)

Hold on lil bitch let's go

Feds behind do I put the blunt out? No

Talk to my PO I smell like a 'bow

Fuck all that shit book me for a show

Bitch dis is a stick up

Boy put your stick up

I want all the money I'm gone need a pickup

I whacked that lil nigga he betta not get up

(Aye Aye Let's go)

Bitch you a friend or a foe?

Boy you act like hoe

I'm onna road hustling while your ass stay at home

Gonna have all them bands like I won the lotto'

Hoe do not test me

I'll really fuck on your best friend

If she ain't cute tell her don't text me

She tryna sext me

But I be serving these plays so a nigga cannot pay attention

Stay with protection

And if a knife ain't enough I'm gone empty out the Smith & Wesson

That boy actin strange

So we might wipe his lil nose it was runnin with blood like Eleven (Yea)

Got this bitch wet I ain't even playin it feel like this bitch done stepped out the tub

She ain't enough boy I done been through some shit it's a lot of fuckers you can't trust

But I don't judge who said I'm perfect the only nigga I let judge me is God

Fuckin' your broad she tryna hop on my rod

Acting tough you is a fraud

They tryna ask "What you be rappin 'bout bro?"

Like I ain't even got me a topic

Speaking on facts like its logic

Yea I might be a lil toxic

Hoe you know I am iconic

Grinding 24/7 send me a beat and I'm on it

Smoking that pressure its chronic

Old school name for exotic

You kno im chasing the profit

(Aye)

You in the boat I be the shark in water

Stacking these 20s you stacking the quarters

Went to go pick up a bitch I made a play I forgot her sorry if that was yo daughter

She trying to kick it like soccer

Bitch like my Burberry collar

She on my dick while you trying to call her (Aye aye)

Shout out my lawyer

She suck the soul out my body like demon

Bitch do her part 'cause I leave her ass creaming

Neighbor call 911 I had her screaming

Might blow a bag when I walk into Neiman

I keep the stick on me like I'm a Marlin

Couple of knives in my back let's see which sharpest

I done lost too many people I'm heartless

For them I'm gonna finish what I started

He brought the tool he gone shut down the party

Smoking on ganja I feel like Bob Marley

Walk in the crowd and I see me a barbie

She want my number I said get a sharpie

I woke up getting head thought I was dreaming

She ain't on her period I killed it she bleeding

Real throat goat she gone swallow my semen

She trying to stack money with me to the ceiling

This bitch a freak

Trying to get up on her knees

Don't even gotta say please

I can't believe

You worrying bout As and Bs

I'm selling zips to the Gs

When you get money they gonna ask for it like please

Boy they on you like some fleas

They be the type to go and ask you for a G

You ain't ever seen a P

Hoe do not test me

I'll really fuck on your best friend

If she ain't cute tell her don't text me

She tryna sext me

But I be serving these plays so a nigga cannot pay attention

Stay wit protection

And if a knife ain't enough I'm gone empty out the Smith & Wesson

That boy actin strange so we might wipe his lil nose it was runnin wit blood like Eleven

(Yea)