Fully Auto

Lyrics

[Intro: Jay Worthy] Yeah you already know how it is, it's that LNDN DRGS Affiliated, that's how we coming on this one you feel me? Larry June, G Perico, my brother A$ton Matthews, Krazy Bone, Conway, Meyhem Lauren, Problem, Hootie, Iamsu!, Casey Veggies, my brother T.F. from the 50s, Mac Mall I see you too cuddi, Soopafly from the Dogg Pound, Fast Lane Figg, Jack Sippa [Verse 1: Jay Worthy] Niggas acting jealous now they switching up Still up in the hood, shit good when you mention us Fully automatic with the static, got the hammer tucked Right under the seat, four deep you don't want to funk Really from the streets, on Ps, never heard of ya All the homies G, on me they some murderers I be in the V shaded up with some workers Blood Hoes they get it for a young P got my money up Better have that quarter every night, ain't no funny stuff Niggas acting like they hella tough but they never bust If she thinking this pimping is a game put her on a bus She ain't coming back without a stack that be thick as fuck Jump up in the ocean full of gold like I'm Scrooge McDuck Tell them other hoes to choose up with some whoopers Blood I got 20 toes and 20 more never had enough I be knocking bitches that the 5 pull em out the club [Chorus: Imagination] You got the loving but now you desperately That is what you doing to me You got the loving But now you hold on me Tragic got hold on me You got the loving but not satisfy Said you got the loving You got the loving, I just want to try [Verse 2: T.F.] Bendin corners with that semi-automatic City to city, we make it happen If it ain't about dollars then I ain't answerin I coulda did the Cavali's But I went Stan Smith Dom P popping we better living I threw heels on the coupy I come from pimping Yeah I'm stuck on that bullshit like Scottie Pippen Snub nose looking like Scottie Pippen Million dollar missionS I'm driven by painted ceilings Gone in 60 seconds that Shelby, yeah that's my engine Now my name in movies, the credits but I ain't in them I ain't even started my interest, it's going to be viscous Double parking Benzs', we treating foreign like rentals I throw your bitch on a track like instrumentals Nigga shoulda listened, crash course the fast lane No brakes, no seat belts, just propane Yeah I'm all gas, high-powered like Mac-11s Everything scandalous, filling foreigns with 87 Hennessey, Remy and game spillin... I come from pimping, got bitches in Chowchilla Nigga hit the field and we ball like Von Miller Niggas talking tough and be pussy that's Rah Digga Nigga get that 40 and dump, that's Shawn Kemp And bitch I'm done chillin' unless it over a million... Kill 'em! [Chorus] You got the loving but now you desperately That is what you doing to me You got the loving But now you hold on me Tragic got hold on me You got the loving but not satisfy Said you got the loving You got the loving, I just want to try