AUTOMATIC - Doe Boy, 42 Dugg

Push to start, automatic parts

I don’t even think I have a heart

Tin Man,

, after dark

like a

He was feelin' on this pussy so I threw that shit in park

I’ll go cry inside a Lambo truck, can’t fuck him in no two-door

Bring your man a bitch and he gon' ask you find him two more

I can teach you game for what these bitches go to school for

See me with the same hoes, I don’t really fuck with new whores

No

Tell that nigga hurry, drop that bag on me (Tell that nigga)

I like when he spendin' all this cash on me (I like)

Crippin' 'cause I like them Chanel tags on me (Tell that nigga)

If he want a date, then spend that stash on me (Tell that nigga)

Tell that nigga hurry, drop that bag on me (Tell that nigga)

I just got a

magazine (I like)

Pussy good, it make him wanna spazz on me (Tell that nigga)

So I know it’s real, he got a tat of me (Tell that nigga)

Yeah

Doe Bizzy got them racks, that’s what they mad for

If she act up, kick her to the curb like my last ho, bitch

I just drunk a fifth, girl, come get yo back broke

Run that pussy good, if ya cheat, might kick yo ass, ho

Shooters pull up sprayin', they gon' blow in our demand

I just fell asleep inside yo ho, I’m off the Xan

Doe Beezy, got a problem on your hands

Your boyfriend get to trippin', put this chopper on your mans

I fuck on pop stars now, bitch, I’m hot as fuck

You can’t get this dick, bitch, you not hot enough

They say he want some smoke, but not poppin' up

Popped a lotta opps, still ain’t dropped enough

Just gettin' started

My youngins, they stupid, retarded

Spotted a opp in a party

Shoot his ass down, then we leave in a 'Rari

Fuck all my enemies

They ain’t did shit to me

Ain’t no rapper, keep the blick on me

I secure 'em, my security

Tell that nigga hurry, drop that bag on me (Tell that nigga)

I like when he spendin' all this cash on me (I like)

Crippin' 'cause I like them Chanel tags on me (Tell that nigga)

If he want a date, then spend that stash on me (Tell that nigga)

Tell that nigga hurry, drop that bag on me (Tell that nigga)

I just got a

magazine (I like)

Pussy good, it make him wanna spazz on me (Tell that nigga)

So I know it’s real, he got a tat of me (Tell that nigga)

Don’t got no bitch on me, what the fuck are you talkin' 'bout?

Young, wild nigga, I don’t cuff at all

Bitches stay in they feelings, can’t fuck 'em raw

Got a million stashed on me (No cap)

Bought a million bags for these hoes

Still stressed out and alone (What else?)

(Cash)

2.2 on the road (What else?)

I’m turnt, nigga, I’m ghost

But I ain’t shit without my bros

Can’t wait 'til y’all get home

Another day, nigga, another dollar

Chanel, Givenchy, Gucci, Prada

I don’t purchase none of that shit, but I got it

East side, fresh nigga from the hood on a G5

That was me, that was me