anti da menace & foreverolling – 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
d+mn, 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 d+ck 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 k!ll 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 d+ck 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
d+mn, 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 d+ck 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 k!ll them n+ggas next year
my big bro the drac’ god, i’m havin’ h+lla face+card
n+ggas p+ssy 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
d+mn, 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 d+ck 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
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