Automatic Part Two lyrics

[Intro: Raq Baby]
di*k ridin', n*gga
Whole city di*k ridin', n*gga, y'all n*ggas get off these n*ggas' di*ks
f*ck wrong with y'all?
(Fire this b*tch up, Hulk, gang)

[Verse 1: Raq Baby]
sh*t been gettin' too wicked, can't trust my old friends (Can't trust my old friends)
Don't book me for your b*tch-ass party, can't bring my pole in
Pick the bros up all the time, these cars ain't mine, these b*tches stolen (These b*tches ain't mine)
Can be my b*tch, but ain't sh*t free, gotta suck my di*k just for a sew-in
Old homie dissed me in a song, what the f*ck I did to you? (What I did to you?)
When I heard about it, I prayed to God this sh*t ain't true (That sh*t had hurt me, n*gga)
Switched up on me for them b*tch-ass guys, that sh*t ain't you
Tryna paint a picture like I'll slime my partnеr out, that sh*t ain't true (That sh*t is cap)
I don't even know this pus*y n*gga and hе dissin', you can't take back what you said (What you doin', n*gga?)
Just don't try to bring up my name 'fore you end up dead, huh
Opp hoes tryna kick it, I told that b*tch I ain't got no leg
If I see your ass on a bike, I'ma knock your b*tch ass off them pegs (Lil' dumb-ass n*gga)
Got these n*ggas scared, I see they cliquin' up, these n*ggas b*tchin' up
Wherever you see me, don't ever think I'm lackin', I got my semi tucked (Got my semi tucked)
Better not see that car at no red light, I bet I fill it up (Yeah)
Who want war? Let's send it up, n*gga, don't record, you see me bust
I don't talk to the b*tch that work at the club no more, got tired of her shakin' her butt (No, no)
Can't go to the trap with my bro, spend a dub no more, ain't too many people I trust
Not too many can see me, gotta walk with a ski mask on, it be too many n*ggas I bust (Too many n*ggas I bust)
Ain't no regular pop, ain't none of these b*tches clean, I poured a lil' dirt in my Crush (Lil' dirt)
I had got my sh*t together, now me and my b*tch ain't goin' at it, huh (My b*tch ain't goin' at it)
Made that post and then he died (Rraow), switch had him gaspin', huh
Give a f*ck 'bout a baby wipe, when we catch him, he gon' need a napkin
Whacked his daddy, he the pastor, goin' to hell with hella laughter
When I spin, can't even drop the Drac', you can call me a sticky Papper
Ain't shootin' no legs, we tryna make sure your b*tch ass dead, real fifty tackle
Said I'ma bust you, then I leave, lil' b*tch, don't get in your feelings after
She wonderin' why I ain't choose her out her friends, 'cause I had hit it faster
[Verse 2: Hunxho]
Mm, they want peace, but we want war
When it got hard, I ain't walk, would steal a car
This b*tch throat so goddamn deep, when I go in, I feel her heart
I know I rap and my sh*t streamin', but I'll still go spin a block
I ain't gotta have no demons, sh*t, I'm in this Supercharger
Like where you at, baby?
Switch all on my Glock, it's automatic now like Raq Baby
n*ggas told and they be raisin' hoes, your son a rat, baby
You ain't throwed, I go insane asylum, a n*gga act crazy
Back door
A n*gga diss me, spin his block inside this black truck
Lil' n*gga, miss me with that sh*t, I'll get you wrapped up, on God
They ain't really hard, them n*ggas act tough, on God