Automatic (feat. Atm Krown)

I wish the car would automatic park itself, yeah Home Chefs heat it up, make it melt, yeah I wish the car would automatic park itself, yeah Home Chefs, heat it up, make it melt, yeah Home Chefs, when we cookin, you can smell that I'm a dog, Woe a dog, we can smell rats Six-four, pulled up pick up no hellcat And I'ma whip the shitty Chevy till the belt snaps Shawty climb up in a whip, she put her hair back If I get locked up, I'm callin' send a care pack And I'm just tryna make a beat, where the snare at And you know, Woeski did some shit he wouldn't dare rap I hear that RC make a beat that you can bounce to Talk pounds, I don't wanna bring a ounce through Talk down, I don't gotta bring the hounds through Keep it down, when I kill him, wish it's sound proof Wish this car would automatic park itself, yeah Heat it up, Home Chefs make it melt Wish this car would automatic park itself, yeah Home Chefs heat it up make it melt, yeah Moon walkin' when I rap through that Apollo, baby Runnin' out of fuckin' time, my heart is hollow, baby Banx said it's thirty minutes left, pop my collar, baby Got that dog in me like a fuckin' Rottweiler, baby So holla, baby Only got one chance with the motherfuckin' drake and that's the motto, baby Swervin potholes, baby bottle but I'm not a baby Askin' her to shop, I wasn't askin' to go shoppin, baby Bag gettin' bigger, now that bitch look like a Honda payment He wasn't movin' right with the stick, he got it confiscated Home Chefs, I'm really locked in, I been concentratin Waitin' on the right time to shit, I've been constipated I'm comin' Tesla so the whip gon' park itself, yeah They play this shit, they like this shit hard as hell, yeah I'm catchin' bodies swear my block been startin' to smell, yeah Rollin' dark stout and my cup dark as well, yeah Glock like a thot, swear it caught a lot of B's These bitches try to f*ck when you got a lot of cheese If somebody double-cross me, then he not allowed to breathe Quick to hit dog who got the fleas, dog was out here coppin' pleas Yeah, I'm finna spin a block and hit a opp if I can catch em I'm finna crash the whip straight into the crib like nine-11 Don't step into the spot if you ain't got a glock or lots of weapons Get to swingin' for the fences, bitch, I bet that I'm connected Bitch I'm sending shots Tryin' to ban me, I been fuckin' up too many blocks My semi cocked, I'm riding with two fullies, people gettin' boxed If them red beams on your head, king, you got chicken pox I got a dick on the blick, that's how I treat it when I whip it out I wish the car with automatic park itself, yeah Home Chefs, heat it up, make it melt, yeah I wish the car would automatic park itself, yeah Home Chefs, heat it up, make it melt, yeah