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yg flaco - autopilot lyrics

[intro]
yeah
shouts out to sin v style man
another hot beat
shout out my boy lynch for sending me this, hot beat
this for all my slab riders
(let that ride, let that ride)
this for all my slab riders man
who ride around town just to waste gas man
you know how we do (yeah)
if you got you a old school time machine
let me see you slide down the freeway to this song man
you know how we go
let’s get it, gang

[verse 1]
ridin’
fo’s wrapped in pirellis
grip to the ground, and crawl through the crowd
you hear the engine purr on that chevy
its like a lioness in the hood
two 12’s hittin’ so good
a lot of haters wanna jack nowadays
when i’m ’round my way i ain’t only grippin’ wood
watching how i’m ridin’
chrome lips on the candy
splinters from my steering wheel
but right hand on that poonani
but i’m just joking shawty
i know that you know it shawty
her lips so clean
she ain’t never had lean
baby sip that potion shawty
stay focus shawty
’round the way
is you down to skate?
in a oldschool ‘lac finna clown today
everybody got a slab when you round my state
swang on one time, make ’em pound they brakes
cruisin’ down camp wisdom
seen a car show and got turnt
but it’s hot in texas
getting kinda sweaty
so i left before i got burnt
back in the whip hittin’ b-ttons
a/c full blast, straight cuttin’
dorothy keep me straight, i washed her yesterday
i wouldn’t trade her in for nothing
and you can bet that, that’s on me
she my cinderella with the chrome feet
windows so dark i done gone to sleep
and if you looking for your girl she done gone with me

[chorus}
ridin’ (ridin’)
whippin’ (whippin’)
filling up my cup
that purple stuff, you know what i’m sipping’
ridin’ (ridin’)
tippin’ (tippin’)
all up in my car
she match my pant the way that she drippin’
(drip drip drip drip)
ridin’
chrome (chrome)
crankin’ up my b-ss
me and my neighbors can’t get along
ridin’
i’m gone (gone)
take off to the moon
just flicked my autopilot back on

[verse 2]
back on the block, its a sunday
(phew!)
maybe you can ride baby, one day
but don’t reach right there
that’s where the gun stay
don’t n0body need to know how i do it
full tank got my ride so fluid
could’ve been you but baby girl you blew it
speakers so loud
can’t help but listen to it
(yikes)
big rims how i’m floatin’
vanilla scent, it smell so potent
big body how i control it
sp-ce and time is moving slow motion
and you know how i rock it (rock it)
might take off in that rocket (rocket)
pull the keys up out my pocket
feels so good to hear it crank with no knockin’
mash on the gas, no stoppin’
ss coupe, so your friend’s no option
flick on my lights when i know that they watchin’
remember when my car wouldn’t crank without knockin’
but most of you should know
i’m cooler than the snow
spill some drank all on my flo’
and to the curb is where you go

[bridge]
aye
and y’all think that it’s a game
but in the triple d you know we do this every day
aye
y’all think that it’s a game
when you see me in the streets
you know my car before my name

[chorus]
ridin’ (ridin’)
whippin’ (whippin’)
filling up my cup
that purple stuff, you know what i’m sipping’
ridin’ (ridin’)
tippin’ (tippin’)
all up in my car
she match my pant the way that she drippin’
(drip drip drip drip)
ridin’
chrome (chrome)
crankin’ up my b-ss
me and my neighbors can’t get along
ridin’
i’m gone (gone)
take off to the moon
just flicked my autopilot back on

- yg flaco lyrics

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