Automatic Lyrics – VonOff1700, JillaOff1500

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[Intro: VonOff1700]
Turnt up, not turnt up, n!gga diss on the gang, gon' get his dumb ass sent up
You know that, long live Mook and Mike, diss on them, you gon' lose your life

[Verse 1: VonOff1700]
Alright, they already know ain't no ducking the switches
They dropped forty shots, how the fu*k they ain't hit me?
I'm out on my block, tell them n!ggas get with me (Pull up, I'm here)
If I catch a cut, I bounce out with the fifty (Rrah, rrah)
N!gga, don't spin up this block in a straight (Don't do it)
The last n!ggas tried caught shots from the Drac'
Backend tired of Top, now he smoking on Glizzy
Joc dumb ass got smoked by a ghillie
I turned up and put all the light on the city
Mook Money died, so we spinning the bity
If I catch an opp ho, I'ma shoot off her titties
Z Money 'nem been locked in with Diddy
N!gga, I seen your lil' diss, it was pretty (It was cute)
Still play with 9s, man, that lil' n!gga kitty (His dumb as)
Don't think I got fire, man, that lil' n!gga silly
Toss Gang heat s*it up when it's chilly
Uh, we lay belt to they ass, Uncle Willy
My favorite gun gotta be Drac' or 10 milli' (You know that)
When Woo get clapped, K gon' be s*itty (His b!tch ass)
Lil Three make the SRT Jeep do a wheelie (We gone)
Say, what about Quinsy? That lil' n!gga femmy (His ho ass)
Backend won't an opp get near me
If I like your J, then I'm taking it with me (Give me that)
Stand over him and put shots in his kidney
Tryna buy a Micro, but it gotta be Mini (Drac')
Lil' Vonno, he stay strapped up like gym
This Glock 23 make a fat n!gga skinny (His b!tch ass)
Don't get killed 'cause you tweaking off Henny (Dumbass)
Hoodie on, mask on just like Kenny (Mask)
I can get a fu*k n!gga killed for a penny
How many opps left? Man, it ain't that many
Pull up in a Hemi, bounce out with a semi, n!gga (Come here, come here)

[Verse 2: JillaOff1500]
Fu*k the O, n!gga, fu*k the A too
We swing them doors, we off North Avenue
Got a drizzy with a fifty, we swinging all through the city
If you with it, you get it, belt stretch all the way to Philly
Tap that biscuit, that nugget, b!tch, I want that muffin
It's ugly and you pump and I'll kill everything in front me
B!tch, we grew up taking s*it
Birdman with me, he'll take your b!tch
In the streets like potholes, got rocks and blows 'til the trap close
Ain't s*it sweet 'bout my folks, they off Percocets in Durangos
Off narco in top mode, I'm telling you boys, they dangerous
Better watch out who y'all hang with
Fu*k Lil Fame, he famous
Fu*k Black Mob, fu*k Amerus
Ask Sane 'nem, I can't miss
This right here is another hit
Got the same Glock on another hit
'Cause them b!tch-ass n!ggas be kicking it
It's Monsters, Inc. you come through here
'Cause we swinging doors, we scaring s*it
Ran down on 'em, Curry
I gave them boys the thirty
Then I reload in a hurry
I'm on Sane 'nem