Auto Pistol lyrics

[Intro]
Ayy, the pistol on me, but my vision cloudy
Keep them glicks around me, he don't know sh*t about me
Oh, you a rich n*gga? Let it hit, rip through the Audi
Hit up lil' folks, four double-O when I got dip through Cali

[Verse 1]
b*tches know me, n*ggas too
No Mick Foley, who is you?
How many n*ggas you got with you? If it's more than like three then I'm shooting a few
You lookin', who? b*tch, we hit your roof with this sh*t
Knock a goof off his sh*t, knock your tooth loose and sh*t, ayy
I don't gotta brag
He ain't got no bag
He act like a fag
The body, it get dragged, get it?
I finna pull out the mag' and then rip it
The semi become automatic, I switch it
Get sent your location and map in an instant
I clap from a distance, the SPAS keep missing
Ten-cap, drilling sh*t had me tripping
And I'm on the low, so imagine me slipping
And she wanna fly to the Vega from Britain
I told that b*tch, "Only if my b*tch with it"
I just sent lil' mama a picture
And she replied, said, "You ain't fit the description"
Might f*ck around and start pimpin' this ho
She be popping the pus*y like it's a prescription
Pop like a bully, it never stop picking
Glock in the hoodie, I never stop tripping
Thirty-three in it, I'm calling it Pippen
Be with the bad boys, call it a piston
f*ck with the gang, that's a suicide mission
You causing a premeditated affliction
In my prediction, you is a victim
Get wet with the metal, I shut down your system
Pick out some caskets, f*ck n*gga, pick one
No, I can't get in there with you, it fit one
Big gun, big drum, if you wan' get some
Only 5'8", baby giving me 6'1"
She on my di*k, huh, heard she got big tongue
You ain't my b*tch, give a f*ck if the b*tch c*m
Capital punishment, feelin' like Big Pun
I did some sh*t with this gun and it been done
[Chorus]
Riding 'round the city with a felony, felony (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, haha)
I can't hear the sh*t that you telling, telling me
Riding 'round the city with a felony, felony (Ayy, haha)
I can't hear the sh*t that you telling me (Ayy, ayy, uh)
Riding 'round the city with a felony, felony (Uh, uh)
I can't hear the sh*t that you telling, telling me (Uh, uh, uh, uh)
Keep a stick, know I'm good for it like celery
Hickory di*kory, blowing a blickity, no magic trick when he disappear instantly

[Verse 2]
Play with position, I show you the symmetry
Show you the energy, usually keep it composed for my enemies
Don't even approach if you holding it timidly
I see the f*ck sh*t in your demeanor, uh, lil' n*gga, I can read ya
Body language deeper, ayy, it don't get no deeper
Simplistic, we are not interested in a collab, I want none of you n*ggas
Why would I stand in front of you n*ggas?
Why would I go and give money to n*ggas?
Don't even know what I done to these n*ggas
Yeah, I got bad news, I ain't done with these n*ggas
You can get turned, but you will get burned
If you stand too long, I'm the sun to these n*ggas, ayy, ayy
Traumatized, I'm high, plenty inside
I hope to leave a landmine where the enemy hide
No Yosemite, I'm just Sam, you gon' remember these times
Don't you try to come by, just timidly slide
Times five, I high rise, I'm not acknowledging the f*ck sh*t
f*ck sick, I got the AIDS, I'm not the one to f*ck with
I realized I'm not kin to these guys
Like the n*gga that shot John, I invented these crimes, I—