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letra de automatic - yung keeta

[verse 1: keeta]
with the gang ride around b-tch escalate
yeah, sh-t get nasty once you step away
them lockhart boys they savage
might just f-ck a bad b-tch
and that choppa’ keep on shootin’ that b-tch automatic
if it’s beef i call his mom and tell her cop a casket
o-on my momma all we know is dollars cop attachments
he was talkin’ lockhart boys gon’ drop ’em make him past tense

[chorus: keeta]
all my brothers we too hard
you been talkin’ pull yo’ cart
don’t be yappin’ ’cause my brother aim just like they is darts
why they cappin’ like they really ain’t knowin’ who we are
they ain’t ready for the streets, man you don’t fit the part

[verse 2: keeta]
i need wock i need designer on my clothes ’cause i was brokе
had a homeboy off the oxy’s he don’t play with that no morе
i can’t go but if i’m walkin’ round downtown i got my pole
i got real life sticks for a internet troll
you’s a real-life b-tch and i know that you know
this a real-life switch made the whole room glow
and i think i got the itch off this perc and i’m cold
and she said she got the ick from my pint, stupid hoe
[verse 3: jahhlu]
stupid lil’ b-tch
he tryna talk on the gang so twins say get on his ass
i did the math
if i shoot 44 that mean i got 6 in the mag
i call up my brother named reefuh i said what you doin’ he said “sippin’ henny in class”
wake up count my money, roll up then i smoke my gas
[?]chopper shoot and never shot a [?]
fa-fa-fa bl!cker hit his back and got n-gga lackin’
cha-cha-cha-chopper hit his back and got a n-gga dancin’
said “run it back” b-tch i’m addicted to mags
run it back 12[?] and they get on his ass
i feel like [?] ’cause i’m spankin’ the block, i’m wippin’ these lil’ n-ggas ass
[?] tell ya’ll, tell that b-tch to get naked you know i’ma break her like glass
and i’m in the trap and i’m- don’t say it, focus, i gotta get in the bag
lockhart be the gang b-tch i’m runnin’ for [?] twin say get on his ass

[verse 4: vasto]
get on his heels
my lil’ bro he off of this pill
he tryna catch k!lls
that sh-t it get real
metal around him now he made of steel
n-gga i’m sparkin’ sh-t just like a eel
that b-tch catchin’ feels
i told that hoe ew
that b-tch is disgusting
and she just suckin’ not f-cking
ain’t about money b-tch end of discussion
stay with my dawg like megaman rush b-tch
right in your crib yeah we rushed in
keeta gon’ bust it
we not the ones to f-ck with
or you gon’ feel repercussions
hittin’ his head yeah that’s more than concussion
we tryna knock that sh-t off
no you can’t get in lockhart you too soft
said he a problem we gettin’ ’em solved
[chorus, keeta]
all my brothers we too hard
you been talkin’ pull yo’ cart
don’t be yappin’ ’cause my brother aim just like they is darts
why they cappin’ like they really ain’t knowin’ who we are
they ain’t ready for the streets, man you don’t fit the part

[verse 5: yurms]
and my choppa keep on shootin’ this sh-t automatic
we got 9’s and 357’s i look like a savage
[?] i been kicked back countin’ cabbage
[?] you can’t trust a bad b-tch
tote that semi [?] get your nails and lashes
she said she gon’ hold that bl!ck for me get h-lla active
yeah my choppa make him jump, he look like a rabbit
i keep countin’ up this paper told my b-tch to bag it
i got a bag and i double and triple it
we talkin’ ’bout it if we really livin’ it
love for the game i got so many kids in it
pull out the chopper like skrt, whippin’ ’em up
send bullets through your hood
like we don’t give a f-ck
my life [?]
they said you bad lil’ b-tch [?]

[verse 6: reef]
folks wanna die ’bout a b-tch
glock wanna switch ’cause the opps drink p-ss
she wanna suck d-ck ’cause the reef can’t miss
i was riding through the town in a, tank b-tch
smoke gas out the propane tank it hit
i was eatin’ lo mein with my top-ranked b-tch
we hot but we hot get the smoke stank twins
took his hoe outta state in a cullinan
big body came outta state
but we came from outer sp-ce
i’m good at playin’ it safe i just hit up my brother to put out my gang, insane
i beef with the [?] i’m floodin’ the lead and that t-shirt got room for your face
got gle’s [?] this uzi gon’ [?] all over the place
[verse 7: kkypr]
b-tch we make this money like a hundred ways
riding round with the gang, escalate
no we don’t do talkin’ yeah we escalate
b-tch im with the bone crushers don’t be late
with the gang, ridin’ round
we gon’ send a hundred rounds
did a show, in my town
getting cold, you gon’ drown
bodies on the ice don’t f-ck around
way too cold to push it down
brand new drugs just hit the town
turn my frown right upside down

[verse 8: viavulc]
why you keep on talkin’? i pull up with static, yeah
big ass lockhart in the eighth we go to saks fifth, yeah
b-tch i’m in a honda then i switched into the wagon
walk up with that f-ckin’ draco it be talking flatten[?]
that b-tch tryna f-ck, i don’t want that hoe
walkin’ with the gl!ck, poppin’ at your bro
b-tch i’m in the store, we up in the store
i can never fold, i can not go home
if he talk on lockhart i’ma leave his body cold
my brother just copped some zaza and he finna roll

[verse 9: cejay]
you fit the part hoe
my b-tch is a dark hoe
two drac’ like i’m rambo
yo’ b-tch is a fan hoe
i promise to god i’m hittin’ the top, b-tch thats on my brother
i don’t need a nine to knock you off or make you n-ggas suffer
so much sh-t inside my cup, d-mn its changin’ colors
f-cked a stripper hoe so good i had to change my covers
i had to tell my old hoe how it was, b-tch we not no lovers
only thing that i love is x’s and them f-cking uppers

[outro: clip]
stupid hoe, you can’t get none of this dough
know we kickin’ through your door
on my moms we keep a pole
my pockets fat, my money swole
percs[?] on me i do not know
pockets big, money old

- yung keeta

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