AUTOBOT!

Lyrics
[Intro] Skrrt, skrrt [Chorus] Skrrt off in that what the fuck, no biggie Man, that autobot, it cost one-fifty That money comin' in abundance, we got plenty Niggas' bodies zippin' up, no kidding That's why I stay out the way, in my own lane, this shit get tricky (Skrrt, skrrt) Yeah, out of touch, that mean he ain't in touch with me (Woah) Who is this that keep on blowin' my phone up? (Woah) Too legit, that mean he ain't gon' fuck with me Fuck around, became a boss, no Biggie I'm a bad boy, ain't talkin' no Diddy That's your twin and you can get slump with him (Oh) Ask your bitch, we out of town, big business Why the fuck you askin' 'bout what we soakin' in? Ask your bitch, we out of town when I'm open (Open) Got your bitch, she goin' down and she chokin' She wasn't here when I was broke, so I'm ghostin' (Woah) Paranoid, I sleep with one eye open Got them diamonds on me in the rain, so I'm soakin', yeah [Post-Chorus] Bangin' on the fuckin' door, they ain't open it You should see the type of doors that I'm openin' That chopper like a PS5, so I'm loadin' 'em (Yeah) Break 'em down and roll some weed and I'm smokin' it [Verse] MAC-11 got a drum, dumb bitch (Bitch) Got my semi-auto holdin' one-fifty (Woah) Had a dream about this shit, one-fifty (Woah) Wake up early, roll a blunt, get jiggy With a demon, purple heart and big titties Red beam, red pump in the air, we gon' light this motherfucker up (Get busy, light this shit up) Yeah, I don't even notice you, ain't trippin', whatever (Run that shit up) Yeah, all this lil' shit overdue, feelin' better than ever I pop a X, I take another dosage That's why I keep my young niggas closest That's why I'm movin' 'round and keep it goin' All these thoughts in my head, I'm scared of overdosin', shit Why my brain fuckin' with me? I don't understand it Fuck it, I'm poppin' a whole 'nother one, finna leave out this planet [Bridge] Woah Mmm, woah Skrrt, skrrt [Chorus] Skrrt off in that what the fuck, no biggie (Woah) Man, that autobot, it cost one-fifty (Woah) That money comin' in abundance, we got plenty (Woah) Niggas' bodies zippin' up, no kidding That's why I stay out the way, in my own lane, this shit get tricky (Skrrt, skrrt) Out of touch, that mean he ain't in touch with me Who is this that keep on blowin' my phone up? (Woah) Too legit, that mean he ain't gon' fuck with me (Woah) Fuck around, became a boss, no Biggie I'm a bad boy, ain't talkin' no Diddy (No Diddy) That's your twin and you can get slump with him Ask your bitch, we out of town, big business Why the fuck you askin' 'bout what we soakin' in? Ask your bitch, we out of town when I'm open (Open) Got your bitch, she goin' down, and she chokin' (That's your bitch, she goin' down, and she chokin') Got them diamonds on me in the rain, so I'm soakin' 'em [Post-Chorus] Bangin' on the fuckin' door, they ain't open it You should see the type of doors that I'm openin' (Yeah) That chopper like a PS5, so I'm loadin' 'em (Uh) Break 'em down and roll some weed and I'm smokin' (Smoke)
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- DC The Don