ZOTiYAC - Automatic lyrics

(yeah, yeah, yeah) aye

Ain't gotta aim it when I shoot it
This bitch automatic booted on his homie
He ain't going then we caught him lacking
Roll it and don't pass it bro
Put zaza in my aromatic
Rolling round in traffic with that
Bird just like a pterodactyl fuck it
I put gas inside my woods so
I ain't sharin' that bitch
Yo bitch pussy poppin' like the hood
You know you sharin' that bitch
You the one who dropped down to her
Knees but I can't marry that bitch
Choppa with wood
I'm choppin' trees you know
I carry that bitch you know how it go
Me and foenem get in and we get out
Pop and watch him fold outside
The window of the penthouse
He came out like a bitch but like
A gangsta how he went out
We pull up airin' shit and hit y'all torso
Knock the wind out like 50k in cash
Boy you ain't seen that bitch I been out
150 on that dash I'm finna
Fuck around and spin out
He tried to up two clips I broke
It down and took thе pin out
These niggas take my shit
Hе turned it on and pulled the pin out
Like bitch I got that nina on me now
So I ain't runnin' to no trunk
I got my niggas in the back
Finna pull up in a-
I hope nobody don't get whacked
I'm flippin' shit if niggas stunt
It look like Lil Chris in your yard
Cause all my niggas pull up dumb
Really stompin' shit, on some shit
762 domin' shit
Posted outside where you stay for
Hours on some homeless shit
Swinging like I'm Davis
This bitch hittin' like hit
Make a nigga get up outta
There like when Corona hit

Aye bitch I got glocky on my waist
These niggas plagiarize for real
Yeah they just copy it then paste
These niggas playing like they real when
They just prolly in the way
I peep the haters still so they
Cannot be in my face
Aye, load that blicky to the max
I'm in yo city wreaking havoc with
Two pistols like I'm Max

Aye, aye, damn, damn

FNS on me for fuck nigga, sit down
Thinking he a demon
I'mma squeeze a nigga six rounds
Baby Draco on me but that
Bitch ain't even six pounds (Boy)
Funny how when shit go up
These niggas wanna get down
Said he ain't scared of death
Then why you runnin' bitch? Stop duckin'
Left a nigga in the open
I forgot I was in public (Fa-fa)
Nigga cannot get no verse with me
It's not within your budget
Drop a bag on one of these niggas
Foenem pop you in yo nugget