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letra de automatic - zotiyac

[intro]
(yeah, yeah, yeah)
aye

[verse 1]
ain’t gotta aim it when i shoot it, this b-tch 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
f-ck it, i put gas inside my woods so i ain’t sharin’ that b-tch
yo b-tch p-ssy poppin’ like the hood, you know you sharin’ that b-tch
you the one who dropped down to her knees but i can’t marry that b-tch
choppa with wood, i’m choppin’ trees you know i carry that b-tch
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 b-tch but like a gangsta how he went out
we pull up airin’ sh-t and hit y’all torso, knock the wind out
like 50k in cash, boy you ain’t seen that b-tch i been out
150 on that dash i’m finna f-ck around and spin out
he tried to up two clips i broke it down and took thе pin out
these n-ggas take my sh-t, hе turned it on and pulled the pin out
like b-tch i got that nina on me now so i ain’t runnin’ to no trunk
i got my n-ggas in the back, finna pull up in a-
i hope n0body don’t get whacked, i’m flippin’ sh-t if n-ggas stunt
it look like lil chris in your yard cause all my n-ggas pull up dumb
really stompin’ sh-t, on some sh-t, 762 domin’ sh-t
posted outside where you stay for hours on some homeless sh-t
swinging like i’m davis, this b-tch hittin’ like [?] hit
make a n-gga get up outta there like when corona hit
[verse 2]
aye
b-tch i got glocky on my waist
these n-ggas plagiarize for real, yeah they just copy it then paste
these n-ggas 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 bl!cky to the max
i’m in yo city wreaking havoc with two pistols like i’m max

[bridge]
aye, aye, d-mn, d-mn

[verse 3]
fns on me for f-ck n-gga, sit down
thinking he a demon, i’mma squeeze a n-gga six rounds
baby draco on me but that b-tch ain’t even six pounds (boy)
funny how when sh-t go up these n-ggas wanna get down
said he ain’t scared of death, then why you runnin’ b-tch? stop duckin’
left a n-gga in the open, i forgot i was in public (fa-fa)
n-gga cannot get no verse with me, it’s not within your budget
drop a bag on one of these n-ggas, foenem pop you in yo nugget

- zotiyac

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