Jay Brown – Automatic Lyrics
Artist: Jay Brown
Song: Automatic
Uh yea yea yea
Catch his #ss stretch his #ss
1 Richiey go crazy
Press play everyday
Insert the dick inside she like {?}
Youngin’ from 3 GG
Reppin uptown like baby ‘nem
Talking gangster like he {?} ain’t gon’ play with me
Literally he ain’t a sight to see, I ain’t gon’ play with him
Automatic, facing him, oh he tryna run from it
Automatic, chasing him, chopper won’t let him get that far
Automatic, snatching him, {?} up out that car
Automatic, whacking him, lotta static causing havoc
Automatic, back again
Pop up out that cut with that big Draco, what’s hannenen
On the road thinking it’s a vacation but she trafficking
Say he having bags and I’m like “damn, there go that cap again”
Don’t approach me with them basic #ss packages, real za only
Real gangster, won’t catch me outside with flip flops on mе
At the end, if they quеstion like you done clicked up with FOE
I responded, “not at all, that’s just my hip hop homie”
Yeah, opps ain’t on this same sh#t by theyself and that ain’t {?}
Me and {?} hit a lick, if I get jammed then he {?} dealt with it
She like I ain’t pulling none uptown I told her bare with me
No fear, don’t put no scary in me, he killing now {?}
Portraying to be some daredevil, dese n#gg#s Peter Pan
b#tchmade, Tinkerbell, farewell ’til we meet again
Catch em we gon’ blow em down, yeah they gon’ meet the FN
Guarantee ain’t no b#tch in my blood
These p#ss# #ss n#gg#s ain’t my kid
Insert the dick inside she like {?}
Youngin’ from 3 GG
Reppin uptown like baby ‘nem
Talking gangster like he {?} ain’t gon’ play with me
Literally he ain’t a sight to see, I ain’t gon’ play with him
Automatic, facing him, oh he tryna run from it
Automatic, chasing him, chopper won’t let him get that far
Automatic, snatching him, {?} up out that car
Automatic, whacking him, lotta static causing havoc
Lost my n#gg# to the streets and now somebody gotta die
Ronron with that pole like {?} I’m an open {?}
Come through fronting ain’t tryna slide
Man we gon’ leave yo #ss fried
Catch yo #ss up on the block, I send some bullets to his {?}
Face his #ss with that iron, say you slime, why you lying?
You don’t even come outside, need to tweak and get the high
Faceshot gang, we do no hiding
Stand up with that boy all of sudden he die
Kill or be killed everybody gotta die
Kill or be killed everybody gotta die
People done gave {?}
{?} shells drop by 5, long live 5, don’t know why
Them p#ss# #ss n#gg#s gon’ die overtime
Clutchin his iron, {?}
Pop out the cut start bussin’ that 9
Me and {?} like Bonnie and Clyde
Automatic, facing him, oh he tryna run from it
Automatic, chasing him, chopper won’t let him get that far
Automatic, snatching him, {?} up out that car
Automatic, whacking him, lotta static causing havoc
Automatic, back again
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From the album:
Tales From The Kid 2 [Explicit]
Release Year: 2021