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yung keeta – automatic كلمات اغاني

[verse 1: keeta]
with the gang ride around b_tch escalate
yeah, sh_t get nasty once you step away
them lockhart boys they savage
might just f_ck a bad b_tch
and that choppa’ keep on shootin’ that b_tch automatic
if it’s beef i call his mom and tell her cop a casket
o_on my momma all we know is dollars cop attachments
he was talkin’ lockhart boys gon’ drop ’em make him past tense

[chorus: keeta]
all my brothers we too hard
you been talkin’ pull yo’ cart
don’t be yappin’ ’cause my brother aim just like they is darts
why they cappin’ like they really ain’t knowin’ who we are
they ain’t ready for the streets, man you don’t fit the part

[verse 2: keeta]
i need wock i need designer on my clothes ’cause i was brokе
had a homeboy off the oxy’s he don’t play with that no morе
i can’t go but if i’m walkin’ round downtown i got my pole
i got real life sticks for a internet troll
you’s a real_life b_tch and i know that you know
this a real_life switch made the whole room glow
and i think i got the itch off this perc and i’m cold
and she said she got the ick from my pint, stupid hoe
[verse 3: jahhlu]
stupid lil’ b_tch
he tryna talk on the gang so twins say get on his ass
i did the math
if i shoot 44 that mean i got 6 in the mag
i call up my brother named reefuh i said what you doin’ he said “sippin’ henny in class”
wake up count my money, roll up then i smoke my gas
[?]chopper shoot and never shot a [?]
fa_fa_fa bl!cker hit his back and got n_gga lackin’
cha_cha_cha_chopper hit his back and got a n_gga dancin’
said “run it back” b_tch i’m addicted to mags
run it back 12[?] and they get on his ass
i feel like [?] ’cause i’m spankin’ the block, i’m wippin’ these lil’ n_ggas ass
[?] tell ya’ll, tell that b_tch to get naked you know i’ma break her like glass
and i’m in the trap and i’m_ don’t say it, focus, i gotta get in the bag
lockhart be the gang b_tch i’m runnin’ for [?] twin say get on his ass

[verse 4: vasto]
get on his heels
my lil’ bro he off of this pill
he tryna catch k!lls
that sh_t it get real
metal around him now he made of steel
n_gga i’m sparkin’ sh_t just like a eel
that b_tch catchin’ feels
i told that hoe ew
that b_tch is disgusting
and she just suckin’ not f_cking
ain’t about money b_tch end of discussion
stay with my dawg like megaman rush b_tch
right in your crib yeah we rushed in
keeta gon’ bust it
we not the ones to f_ck with
or you gon’ feel repercussions
hittin’ his head yeah that’s more than concussion
we tryna knock that sh_t off
no you can’t get in lockhart you too soft
said he a problem we gettin’ ’em solved
[chorus, keeta]
all my brothers we too hard
you been talkin’ pull yo’ cart
don’t be yappin’ ’cause my brother aim just like they is darts
why they cappin’ like they really ain’t knowin’ who we are
they ain’t ready for the streets, man you don’t fit the part

[verse 5: yurms]
and my choppa keep on shootin’ this sh_t automatic
we got 9’s and 357’s i look like a savage
[?] i been kicked back countin’ cabbage
[?] you can’t trust a bad b_tch
tote that semi [?] get your nails and lashes
she said she gon’ hold that bl!ck for me get h_lla active
yeah my choppa make him jump, he look like a rabbit
i keep countin’ up this paper told my b_tch to bag it
i got a bag and i double and triple it
we talkin’ ’bout it if we really livin’ it
love for the game i got so many kids in it
pull out the chopper like skrt, whippin’ ’em up
send bullets through your hood
like we don’t give a f_ck
my life [?]
they said you bad lil’ b_tch [?]

[verse 6: reef]
folks wanna die ’bout a b_tch
glock wanna switch ’cause the opps drink p_ss
she wanna suck d_ck ’cause the reef can’t miss
i was riding through the town in a, tank b_tch
smoke gas out the propane tank it hit
i was eatin’ lo mein with my top_ranked b_tch
we hot but we hot get the smoke stank twins
took his hoe outta state in a cullinan
big body came outta state
but we came from outer sp_ce
i’m good at playin’ it safe i just hit up my brother to put out my gang, insane
i beef with the [?] i’m floodin’ the lead and that t_shirt got room for your face
got gle’s [?] this uzi gon’ [?] all over the place
[verse 7: kkypr]
b_tch we make this money like a hundred ways
riding round with the gang, escalate
no we don’t do talkin’ yeah we escalate
b_tch im with the bone crushers don’t be late
with the gang, ridin’ round
we gon’ send a hundred rounds
did a show, in my town
getting cold, you gon’ drown
bodies on the ice don’t f_ck around
way too cold to push it down
brand new drugs just hit the town
turn my frown right upside down

[verse 8: viavulc]
why you keep on talkin’? i pull up with static, yeah
big ass lockhart in the eighth we go to saks fifth, yeah
b_tch i’m in a honda then i switched into the wagon
walk up with that f_ckin’ draco it be talking flatten[?]
that b_tch tryna f_ck, i don’t want that hoe
walkin’ with the gl!ck, poppin’ at your bro
b_tch i’m in the store, we up in the store
i can never fold, i can not go home
if he talk on lockhart i’ma leave his body cold
my brother just copped some zaza and he finna roll

[verse 9: cejay]
you fit the part hoe
my b_tch is a dark hoe
two drac’ like i’m rambo
yo’ b_tch is a fan hoe
i promise to god i’m hittin’ the top, b_tch thats on my brother
i don’t need a nine to knock you off or make you n_ggas suffer
so much sh_t inside my cup, d_mn its changin’ colors
f_cked a stripper hoe so good i had to change my covers
i had to tell my old hoe how it was, b_tch we not no lovers
only thing that i love is x’s and them f_cking uppers

[outro: clip]
stupid hoe, you can’t get none of this dough
know we kickin’ through your door
on my moms we keep a pole
my pockets fat, my money swole
percs[?] on me i do not know
pockets big, money old

- yung keeta

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