Fully Auto

Yeah, you already know what it is, man It's that LNDN DRGS Affiliated That's how we comin' on this one, you feel me? Larry June, G Perico, my brother Ashton Matthews Krazy Bone, Conway, Meyhem Lauren, Problem, Boobie Iamsu!, Casey Veggies, my brother T.F. from the 50s Mac Mall, I see you too, cuddy Soopafly from Tha Dogg Pound, FastLaneBig, Jack Sippa, ooh Niggas actin' jealous, now they switchin' up Still up in the hood, shit good when you mention us Fully automatic with the static, got the hammer tucked Right under the seat, four deep, you don't wanna funk Really from the streets, on Ps, never heard of you All the homies G, on me, they some murderers I be in the V shaded up with some workers, bruh Hoes they get it for a young P, got my money up Better have that quarter every night, ain't no funny stuff Niggas actin' like they hella tough, but they never bust If she think this pimpin' is a game, put her on a bus She ain't comin' back without a stack, that bitch thick as fuck Jump up in a ocean full of gold like I'm Scrooge McDuck Tell them other hoes to choose up with some whoopers, blood I got twenty toes and twenty more, never have enough I be knockin' bitches that the five pull 'em out the club You got the lovin' I'm in desperate need That is what you're doin' to me You got the lovin' I'm in need of thee Said you got a hold on me You got the lovin' I'm satisfied Said you got the lovin' You got the lovin' that you start that shine Okay, okay Bendin' corners with that semi-automatic City to city, we make it happen If it ain't 'bout dollars, then I ain't askin' I could've did the Cavallis, but I went Stan Smith Y'all be poppin', we better livin' I threw heels on the coupe, me, I come from pimpin' Yeah, I'm stuck on that bullshit like Scottie Pippen Snub nose lookin' like Scottie Pippen Million dollar missions, I'm driven by painted ceilings Gone in 60 seconds, that Shelby, yeah, that's my engine Now my name in movies, the credits, but I ain't in it I ain't even started, my interests is gon' be vicious Double parkin' Benzes, we treatin' foreigns like rentals I throw your bitch on a track like instrumentals Niggas shoulda listened, crash course the fast lane No brakes, no seatbelts, just propane Yeah, I'm all gas, high power like MAC-11s Everything scandalous, fill the foreigns with 87 Hennessy, Remy, and game spillin' I come from pimpin', got bitches in Chowchilla Nigga hit the field and we ball like Von Miller Niggas talkin' tough and be pussy, that's Rah Digga Nigga get that forty and dump it, that Shawn Kemp And bitch, I'm done chillin' unless it's over a milli' Kill it You got the lovin' I'm in desperate need That is what you're doin' to me You got the lovin' I'm in need of thee Said you got a hold on me You got the lovin' I'm satisfied Said you got the lovin' You got the lovin' that you start that shine