Automatic Lyrics – SYNERGY
Singer: SYNERGY
Title: Automatic
Josh, turn it up!
cock it back and bang, I’ma let my choppa sing [Woohoo, hey!
One, two, three it’ll count heads when I’m in the paint
I might pop you like a molly, leave yo’ body shakin on the couch [Yeah!
Give you two or three, and now you foamin’ out yo’ f#ckin’ mouth
Over dosing, body frozen
Not a killer, but you know [Yeah, hey!
I do not give a f#ck about a thing, b#tch I’m mean
Really pull up, knock the grillz right off yo’ teeth [Yeah, hey!
f#ck with me [Yeah, hey!
Every single move I make is heat, air out the grave for me
I’m movin’ gracefully, I do not take defeat
Catchin’ a dub, and you know that I love it, ‘cause I just be winning, and countin’ the chee’ [Yеah, hey
This sh#t a breeze [Yeah, hеy, yeah, hey
Cool as f#ck I got that ice like Mr. Freeze
Big body whip, I pull up then I leave the scene
Shout out Thrash and Pyro, I dap up with Mr. Clean
Shouts out the bro, countin’ up dough, can’t f#ck with hoes, I’m finna blow
I’m finna blow!
Body bags and burnin’ whips
I count up checks and cash a b#tch
You f#ck with me, you catch a fist
I’m tired of being a pacifist
f#ck with this, I go ballistic
Callin’ shots, I never miss ‘em
Crash the whip, it hit like missile
Grip my dick, just like a pistol
Give respect, I’d never hit ya
Dap me up, I’m f#ckin with ya
Handle business, then dismiss ya
This a little intermission
Houston think we got a problem
He’s an opp, we f#ckin’ off ‘em
Often off ‘em, this sh#t common
You ain’t ready for whats comin’ [Yeah!
b#tch I be shittin’ and pissin’ all over yo’ grave, Stoppy the Great
Killin’ myself everyday, thinkin’ “STOP LIVING he a mistake”
Wait, wait [Hey!
Ask me if I give a f#ck about anything!
b#tch I cut my wrist with a razor blade!
If a p#ss# try me I’ma hit ‘em in the face!
Fat #ss rapper I dont fit in the grave!
Like “hey!, woah!”, posted with the poles!
.556 leave you dead in the f#ckin’ road!
Pull up with a razor blade, hit you in the f#ckin’ face
Dyin’ real slow, you met your fate
Pop on yo granny, I’m a family disgrace
[Z06 and a hellcat, we gon’ run the block
Homie wanna’ talk, he get smoked, like he’s made of pot
Woah!, gimmie’ a second [What, what!
All of my verses are really a blessing [Woah, woah!
Cranking all my speakers up to eleven, don’t mind me I’ma keep on flexin’ [Yeah, yeah, yeah!
Got a few bills in the bank, got new wheels on my Hellcat, brand new paint
Audemars feel this weight [Yeah, yeah, yeah!
Got a new HJ Cuban on its way
Bro I be fightin’ like Conor Mcgregor [Yeah, yeah, yeah!
You think that you know me, well I know you better [Yeah, yeah, yeah!
And honestly I’ma stay cool and collected, ’til I see a platinum on all of these records [Yeah!]
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