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zotiyac - auto pistol كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
ayy, the pistol on me, but my vision cloudy
keep them gl!cks around me, he don’t know sh-t about me
oh, you a rich n-gga? let it hit, rip through the audi
hit up lil’ folks, 400, when i got dip through cali

[verse 1]
b-tches know me, n-ggas too, no mick foley, who is you?
how many n-ggas you got wit’ you?
if it’s more than like three, then i’m shooting a few
you lookin’, who?
b-tch, we hit your roof with this sh-t
knock a goof off his sh-t, knock your tooth loose n’ sh-t
i don’t gotta brag, he ain’t got no bag
he act like a f-g, the body hit, get dragged, get it?
i finna pull out the mag and then rip it
the semi become automatic, i switch it
get sent your location, i’m mapping it instant
i clap from a distance, the spaz keep missing
ten cap drilling sh-t had me tripping
and i’m on the low, so imagine me slipping
and she wanna fly to the vega from britain
i told that b-tch “only if my b-tch with it”
i just sent lil’ mama a picture, and she replied said
“you ain’t fit the description”
might f-ck around and start pimpin’ this
she be popping the p-ssy like it’s a prescription
pop like a bully, it never stop picking
glock and the hoodie, i never stop tripping
.33 in it, i’m calling it pippen
be with the bad boys, call it a piston
f-ck with the gang, that’s a suicide mission
you cause a premeditated affliction
in my prediction, you is a victim
get wet with the metal, i shoot down your system
he got some caskets, f-ck n-gga, pick one
no, i can’t get in there with you, it fit one
big gun, big drum, if you wan’ get some
only 5’8 baby giving me 6’1
she on my d-ck, huh, heard she got big tongue
you ain’t my b-tch, give a f-ck if the b-tch c-m
capital punishment, feeling like big pun
i just shoot sh-t with this gun, it ain’t been done

[chorus]
riding ’round the city with a felony, felony
i can’t hear the sh-t that you telling, telling me
riding ’round the city with a felony, felony
i can’t hear the sh-t that you telling me
ayy, uh, uh
riding ’round the city with a felony, felony
i can’t hear the sh-t that you telling, telling me
keep the stick, know i’m good for you like celery
hickory d-ckory, blowing a bl!ckity
no magic trick when he disappear instantly

[verse 2]
play with position, i show you the symmetry
show you the energy
usually keep it composed for my enemies
don’t even approach if you holding it timidly
i see the f-ck sh-t in your demeanor
uh, lil’ n-gga, i can read you
body language deeper, he don’t get no deeper
simplistic, we are not interested
in a collab, i want none of you n-ggas
why would i stand in front of you n-ggas?
why would i go and give money to n-ggas?
don’t even know what i done to these n-ggas
yet, i got bad news, i ain’t done with these n-ggas
you can get turned, but you will get burned if you stand too long, i’m the sun of these n-ggas
traumatized, i’m high plenty inside
i hope to leave a landmine where the enemy hide
know yo’ semidei, i’m just sayin’ you gon’ remember these times
don’t you try to come by just timidly slide
times five i high rise, i’m not acknowledging the f-ck sh-t
f-ck sick, i got the a’s i’m not the one to f-ck with
i realized i’m not kin to these guys
like the n-gga that shot john, i invented these crimes, i-

- zotiyac

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