Automatic Rounds lyrics

[Intro]
(Flexin' on that b*tch, hold up)
(FOREVEROLLING)
Baow

[Chorus]
Automatic rounds, that boy got chalked off, dropped off
Dipped that boy like hot sauce, a hundred bags, three lost
Tryna play me like I'm sweet, go get your ass crossed out
Damn, how many n*ggas gotta die? Look
We gon' do it like this, get my stick
This my favorite type of b*tch, she eat the di*k and leave no spit, yeah
This my favorite type of car, this b*tch here geeked up
Came from stolos, I'm in a Wraith ridin' with my feet up

[Verse 1]
I ain't gon' say nothin' to them opps, I'm just gon' f*ck they BM
Stay up out my DM, I be outside, swear I don't never see them
It's gettin' colder, weather finna change, it's timе I put my Timbs on and kill somethin'
Shout out EST, I swear to God that I don't feel nothin'
Yeah, pushin' wеight like LA Fitness, n*gga
Knife on the front of my stick, if I get close, I might just rip a n*gga
Soul, give a f*ck about them hoes, she eat the di*k and gotta go
Was gon' hit her from the back, but that b*tch had a snotty nose

[Chorus]
Automatic rounds, that boy got chalked off, dropped off
Dipped that boy like hot sauce, a hundred bags, three lost
Tryna play me like I'm sweet, go get your ass crossed out
Damn, how many n*ggas gotta die? Look
We gon' do it like this, get my stick
This my favorite type of b*tch, she eat the di*k and leave no spit, yeah
This my favorite type of car, this b*tch here geeked up
Came from stolos, I'm in a Wraith ridin' with my feet up
[Verse 2]
Pyoom, ooh, I done smashed off on the narcs
She's a dog, b*tch, I'ma stroke her from the back until she bark
If you suck it good, you might can get your nails done and toes
Say that you my murder b*tch, you better not tell nothin', lil' ho
Facts
b*tch, my head tripped out, this TEC gon' make his vest rip
I be in my own lane, I'll kill them n*ggas next year
My big bro the Drac' god, I'm havin' hella face-card
n*ggas pus*y as a b*tch, I knew that boy was fake hard (Grraow)

[Chorus]
Automatic rounds, that boy got chalked off, dropped off
Dipped that boy like hot sauce, a hundred bags, three lost
Tryna play me like I'm sweet, go get your ass crossed out
Damn, how many n*ggas gotta die? Look
We gon' do it like this, get my stick
This my favorite type of b*tch, she eat the di*k and leave no spit, yeah
This my favorite type of car, this b*tch here geeked up
Came from stolos, I'm in a Wraith ridin' with my feet up