2AUTOS (feat. Jack Mansion)

Black hole son Won't you come I had to get out the house and get in my coup That's why I'm riding my Audi I just got a bad lil bitch She wanna get drunk and nasty She wanna take off her gown Cause she don't wanna see me frowny I just add a brand new kick in this bitch I'm making it bouncy Shawty saw the brand new dick and now she wanna make the bed bounce I had to count my money Subtract the money I don't wanna count I had it out for the government Cash Under my house High in the mountains Silent at night and I'm driving the rounds Riding the scat Smoking on pack to stop the pounding Eyeing the pound My passenger got on his lap from the plug that I shot in the crown Cayenne the raps On fire the blood in my head and I don't even hear a sound A mile away with that blunt in my hand and I'm tearing around Rolling the window I'm feeling the winter preventing the kid from airing it out I had to get I had to get out the house I had to get out the I took the limousine to the mausoleum And the rims spin when I park the vehicle The dark acidic and the bodies speaking This is not me Stars Literally I'm on my Ark Officially I'm getting hot and I know I'ma blow cause I'm venting the steam Smoke coming eventually Need to release all the goated ass sentences under my heavenly screen And my retinas sting Gave me a reason to step into whatever season it currently is Burning my tree in the trees I had to leave I had to leave the crib We didn't believe in the crib I'm back and I'm better come see what I did I f*ck with the ones that done did it again I wonder what you gotta see in me I'm tired of you always being me You feeling me? Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye Don't know why he saying his pockets so heavy I know they just filled up with dimes And he trying to give me advice Get out my fights You better be putting the pieces together I'm tired of waiting on Christ Ironically all of the money I made was coming from way out of state I learned you don't rob a bank to make a millie Put it in a safe You don't gotta press me Just impress me Put on a mic and rap to Presley He really met his match and he doesn't realize I gotta flame to catch A plane to catch I'm everywhere you wanna be including your wrist Watch I'm dangerous you better go and react You stumbling I better get you a doc I'm on a lot of waves You don't got to worry about surfing the chop Put up a lot of my time to waste But I did it right and thought of a lot And bought a new watch And bought another one I had to cop I'm hiding significant trauma up under the way that I talk a lot Put up the numbers they talk a lot Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye I had to bring it back I had to bring it back Pulled up twenty Yotas in the cul-de-sac Looking like the president was in the back Seiko on the dash Hit 'em where it hurts, I been working for the cash Make 'em do a couple laps with every single I release No producer but they ask if they could get a couple beats I been riding different autobahns I'm faster overseas All I want is that you keep it down I want go to sleep Yea I want go to sleep