Kyle Richh, C Blu - Automobile lyrics

(Ayo Eli, what the fuck) ahh
C Blu grrah

On fifty, eyeing the V
Like, big gun put a hole in that automobile
Try to spin, caught a shot to the wheel
And we hit his mans so
You know that it's real
He lackin, stop pump faking
Like, with' a deuce, I go dumb
Itch on my finger, bitch, I'm impatient
He hatin', we too dangerous
He got lost, so we spinnin' around
He think he tough, I like how it sounds
Bro-bro got to gunnin' him down
We here to see if these niggas is on that
He get left on the floor, no floor mat
I got the addy, bro stomped on your door mat
226 and we spinnin' in tints
Bro got the dotty attached to his hip

And I'm with' a couple of Crips
She too geeked, can't crash got whip
Like, damn, can't back that whip
This not black, can't pass that spliff
Bitch, I'm the realest, I stand on my word
I cannot hate, I just wait for my turn
Why I be bored when I pick up a gun?
Spin through my strip
We gon' have us some fun
And better be ready to dump
Red beam on the gun, don't run
Bend through his strip
We gon' catch us a hit (Grrah)
Like, you throw, I throw, yeah
He-he dead, big die O's
Switch us the, on my c Blu

Oh, it's lit, let's slide
Bro got the V, we gon' park on they side
Two deep, two chops on this ride
First opp walk through
We gon' up it and fire
Like, I'm really young and I get it, no meet
Shawty she turned freak
And yea I'm with KR da G
Took a trip to the O's we
Gon smoke it in peace who better? Not them
40s and better, extend
Spin through they block watch them
Run and they friends
If a nigga fall down yeah
I'll bet we'll get him
No cap, I won't let em
Walk down the clique leave his
Brains on the ground
All the baddies they love how we sound
Told her shake it all night
Need unlimited rounds
She go crazy, when she shake it
She throwing back, I said bae it's amazing
She go crazy, when she shake it
She throwing back
She like "Bae I can't take it"

She getting horny she tryna get naked
Its a party like let's get wasted
(Like damn I know you a hoe)
(And you know too so, play that role)

On fifty, eyeing the V
Like, big gun put a hole in that automobile
Try to spin, caught a shot to the wheel
And we hit his mans so
You know that it's real
He lackin, stop pump faking
Like, with' a deuce, I go dumb
Itch on my finger, bitch, I'm impatient
He hatin', we too dangerous
He got lost, so we spinnin' around
He think he tough, I like how it sounds
Bro-bro got to gunnin' him down
We here to see if these niggas is on that
He get left on the floor, no floor mat
I got the addy, bro stomped at your door mat
2-26 and we spinnin' in tints
Bro got the deady attached to his hip