Auto

We got the streets on lock

We ain't got the time to go back and forth with you niggas

Just another day on the block

You know what I mean?

Real nawf shit






Young rich nigga still riding in the Bentley

Got the .22 on me just like I'm


All my niggas killers, I put them up on a mission

Bitch I'm in the hood, ain't talking that


Young rich nigga, all my nigga worth a ticket

Keep the Smithen Western, Ain't talking 'bout


No Meek I'm in Philly, I'm tryna come up on a milli

Got the birds from Houston, I got them singing like they Whitney

You want you a brick, call up Diablo

In the kitchen, Rock up the old just like I'm Rocko

You would not be trusting these hoes if you know what I know

I got a rocketed powered on me, don't call me auto

My plug he got the brick, wrap it up like a burrito

I be in the bando late night shooting ceelo

Extendo with the chopper, i'm gonna smoke him like zeebo

Bitch I got money just like the lotto

Panamera came with faugi auto






Pulling out the stick and it's an auto

Fucking on your bitch, she suck and swallow

Hit 'em with the FN with hollows

Got a migo plug, get the chicken from a vato

All you nigga doubted now i'm talking to my pilot

Smoking on the cookie while I'm driving in my Mozzi

Pull up in the lamb, I cut the top off, Samurai it

Gas bag in the bando, nigga come and try it

Had to spend a hundred thousand cash on my lawyer

Bitches in the kitchen whipping like


I know these old niggas mad fucking on their daughters

Welcome to the bando, pussy nigga get extorted

Don't trust a nigga trap cause a nigga might short ya

Babies in the kitchen cause i'm not gon' abort them

My niggas need me, I'ma support them

I won't leave them hanging like orphan

Get up out my way, A hundred thousand on my plate

I told that bitch I'ma nut on your face

I'm smoking on that cookie from the bay

I'm running to that money, I'm in shape

Smoking on gas while I pour up an eighth

Sipping on lean to the face

I had a dream of a wrath, then I went and bought me the wrath






Pull up fire in the wrath

Young rich nigga half a mill in my safe

Come from the north where you know you ain't safe


put the chop in your face


gonna need first place

Every time I eat, know I gotta say my grace

Hit 'em with the 30, god damn it the case

Blue Benjamins only thing a nigga taste

Meet the plug, run it up, stack it, gotta flip it

Say you got the bricks for the low, what's a ticket

You say you smoke gas but a nigga smell midget

Beat on the block tryna jump like you're a cricket

Hundred round drum shot a movie like


Balling on these niggas
pendant

Everybody eating on my team thanksgiving

YRN Label that's how a nigga living