AUTOMATIC lyrics

[Intro: BIA]
What is divine light?
BIA-BIA
Aziz
BIA-BIA

[Verse 1: BIA]
Push to start, automatic parts
I don't even think I have a heart
Tin Man, B.E.T after dark
Dance emoji like I popped a narc
He was feelin' on this pus*y, so I threw that sh*t in park
I'll go cry inside a Lambo truck, can't f*ck him in no two-door
Bring your man a b*tch and he gon' ask you find him two more
I can teach you game for what these b*tches go to school for
See me with the same hoes, I don't really f*ck with new whores
No

[Chorus: BIA]
Tell that n*gga hurry, drop that bag on me (Tell that n*gga)
I like when he spendin' all this cash on me (I like)
Crippin' 'cause I like them Chanel tags on me (Tell that n*gga)
If hе want a date, then spend that stash on mе (Tell that n*gga)
Tell that n*gga hurry, drop that bag on me (Tell that n*gga)
I just got a clutch to hold this magazine (I like)
pus*y good, it make him wanna spazz on me (Tell that n*gga)
So I know it's real, he got a tat of me (Tell that n*gga)
[Verse 2: Doe Boy]
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, b*tch
I just drunk a fifth, girl, come get your back broke
Girl, that pus*y good, if you cheat, might kick your ass, ho
Shooters pull up sprayin', they gon' blowin' on demand (Rrah, rah, rah)
I just fell asleep inside your ho, I'm off the Xan (Let's go, let's go)
You deal with Doe Beezy, got a problem on your hands (Doe Beezy)
Your boyfriend get to trippin', pull that chopper on your mans (Rah, rah, rah)
I f*ck on pop stars now, b*tch, I'm hot as f*ck (Mwah, mwah)
You can't get this di*k, b*tch, you not hot enough (Well, damn)
n*gga say he want some smoke, but not poppin' up
Popped a lotta opps, still ain't drop enough (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
Just gettin' started
My youngins, they stupid retarded (Grrr)
Spotted an opp in a party
Shoot his ass down, then we leave in a 'Rari (Skrrt)
f*ck all my enemies (f*ck all my enemies)
They ain't did sh*t to me
Ain't no rapper, keep the blick on me
I secure my security (Oh, really)

[Chorus: BIA]
Tell that n*gga hurry, drop that bag on me (Tell that n*gga)
I like when he spendin' all this cash on me (I like)
Crippin' 'cause I like them Chanel tags on me (Tell that n*gga)
If he want a date, then spend that stash on me (Tell that n*gga)
Tell that n*gga hurry, drop that bag on me (Tell that n*gga)
I just got a clutch to hold this magazine (I like)
pus*y good, it make him wanna spazz on me (Tell that n*gga)
So I know it's real, he got a tat of me (Tell that n*gga)
[Verse 3: 42 Dugg]
Don't got no b*tch on me, what the f*ck are you talkin' 'bout? (Not me)
Young, wild n*gga, I don't cuff at all
b*tches stay in they feelings, can't f*ck 'em raw (At all)
You gon' suck this di*k when I see you
Got a million stashed, I don't need you (No cap)
Bought a million bags for these hoes
Still stressed out and alone (What else?)
One point five from the phone (Cash)
Two point two on the road (What else?)
Young turnt, n*gga, I'm goals
But I ain't sh*t without my bros
Can't wait 'til y'all get home
Another day, n*gga, another dollar
Chanel, Givenchy, Gucci, Prada
I don't purchase none of that sh*t, but I got it
East side, first n*gga from the hood on a G5
That was me, that was me