Automatic

Turnt up, not turnt up, nigga diss on the gang, gon' get his dumb ass sent up
You know that, long live Mook and Mike, diss on them, you gon' lose your life
Alright 

They already know ain't no duckin' the switches
They dropped forty shots, how the fuck they ain't hit me?
I'm out on my block, tell them niggas get with me (pull up, I'm here)
If I catch a cut, I bounce out with the fifty (rrah, rrah)
Nigga, don't spin up this block in a straight (don't do it)
The last niggas tried caught shots from the Drac' (rrah, rrah)
Backend tired of Top, now he smokin' on Glizzy (his dead ass)
Joc dumb ass got smoked by a ghillie (his gay ass)
I turned up and put all the light on the city (for real)
Mook Money died, so we spinnin' the bity (yeah, we spinnin')
If I catch an opp ho, I'ma shoot off her titties (her ho ass)
Z Money 'nem been locked in with Diddy (they gas ass)
Nigga, I seen your lil' diss, it was pretty (it was cute)
Still play with 9s, man, that lil' nigga kitty (his dumb ass)
Don't think I got fire, man, that lil' nigga silly (fuck)
Toss Gang heat shit up when it's chilly (know that)
Uh, we lay belt to they ass, Uncle Willy
My favorite gun gotta be Drac' or 10 milli' (know that)
When Woo get clapped, K gon' be shitty (his bitch ass)
Lil Three make the SRT Jeep do a wheelie (we gone)
Say, what about Quinsy? That lil' nigga femmy (his ho ass)
Backend won't an opp get near me
If I like your J, then I'm takin' it with me (give me that)
Stand over him and put shots in his kidney (rrah, rrah)
Tryna buy a Micro, but it gotta be Mini (drac')
Lil' Vonno, he stay strapped up like jimmy (grrah)
This Glock 23 make a fat nigga skinny (his bitch ass)
Don't get killed 'cause you tweakin' off Henny (dumbass)
Hoodie on, mask on just like Kenny (mask)
I can get a fuck nigga killed for a penny (know that)
How many opps left? Man, it ain't that many
Pull up in a Hemi, bounce out with a semi, nigga (come here, come here)

Fuck the O (nigga), nigga, fuck the A too (bitch)
We swing them doors, we off North Avenue
Got a drizzy with a fifty, we swingin' all through the city
If you with it, you get it, belt stretch all the way to Philly
Tap that biscuit, that nugget, bitch, I want that muffin
It's ugly and you pump and I'll kill everything in front me
Bitch, we grew up takin' shit
Birdman with me, he'll take your bitch
In the streets like potholes, got rocks and blows 'til the trap close
Ain't shit sweet 'bout my 4s, they off Percocets in Durangos
Off narcos in top mode, I'm tellin' you boys, they dangerous
Better watch out who y'all hang with
Fuck Lil Fame, he famous
Fuck Black Mob, fuck Amerus
Ask Sane 'nem, I can't miss
This right here is another hit
Got the same Glock on another hit
'Cause them bitch-ass niggas be kickin' it
It's Monsters, Inc. you come through here
'Cause we swingin' doors, we scarin' shit
Ran down on 'em, Curry
I gave them boys the thirty
Then I reload in a hurry
I'm on Sane 'nem