AUTOBOT! lyrics
by DC The Don
[Intro]
Skrrt, skrrt
[Chorus]
Skrrt off in that what the f*ck, no biggie
Man, that autobot, it cost one-fifty
That money comin' in abundance, we got plenty
n*ggas' bodies zippin' up, no kidding
That's why I stay out the way, in my own lane, this sh*t get tricky (Skrrt, skrrt)
Yeah, out of touch, that mean he ain't in touch with me (Woah)
Who is this that keep on blowin' my phone up? (Woah)
Too legit, that mean he ain't gon' f*ck with me
f*ck around, became a boss, no Biggie
I'm a bad boy, ain't talkin' no Diddy
That's your twin and you can get slump with him (Oh)
Ask your b*tch, we out of town, big business
Why the f*ck you askin' 'bout what we soakin' in?
Ask your b*tch, we out of town when I'm open (Open)
Got your b*tch, she goin' down and she chokin'
She wasn't here when I was broke, so I'm ghostin' (Woah)
Paranoid, I sleep with one eye open
Got them diamonds on me in the rain, so I'm soakin', yeah
[Post-Chorus]
Bangin' on the f*ckin' door, they ain't open it
You should see the type of doors that I'm openin'
That chopper like a PS5, so I'm loadin' 'em (Yeah)
Break 'em down and roll some weed and I'm smokin' it
[Verse]
MAC-11 got a drum, dumb b*tch (b*tch)
Got my semi-auto holdin' one-fifty (Woah)
Had a dream about this sh*t, one-fifty (Woah)
Wake up early, roll a blunt, get jiggy
With a demon, purple heart and big titties
Red beam, red pump in the air, we gon' light this motherf*cker up (Get busy, light this sh*t up)
Yeah, I don't even notice you, ain't trippin', whatever (Run that sh*t up)
Yeah, all this lil' sh*t overdue, feelin' better than ever
I pop a X, I take another dosage
That's why I keep my young n*ggas closest
That's why I'm movin' 'round and keep it goin'
All these thoughts in my head, I'm scared of overdosin', sh*t
Why my brain f*ckin' with me? I don't understand it
f*ck it, I'm poppin' a whole 'nother one, finna leave out this planet
[Bridge]
Woah
Mmm, woah
Skrrt, skrrt
[Chorus]
Skrrt off in that what the f*ck, no biggie (Woah)
Man, that autobot, it cost one-fifty (Woah)
That money comin' in abundance, we got plenty (Woah)
n*ggas' bodies zippin' up, no kidding
That's why I stay out the way, in my own lane, this sh*t get tricky (Skrrt, skrrt)
Out of touch, that mean he ain't in touch with me
Who is this that keep on blowin' my phone up? (Woah)
Too legit, that mean he ain't gon' f*ck with me (Woah)
f*ck around, became a boss, no Biggie
I'm a bad boy, ain't talkin' no Diddy (No Diddy)
That's your twin and you can get slump with him
Ask your b*tch, we out of town, big business
Why the f*ck you askin' 'bout what we soakin' in?
Ask your b*tch, we out of town when I'm open (Open)
Got your b*tch, she goin' down, and she chokin'
(That's your b*tch, she goin' down, and she chokin')
Got them diamonds on me in the rain, so I'm soakin' 'em
[Post-Chorus]
Bangin' on the f*ckin' door, they ain't open it
You should see the type of doors that I'm openin' (Yeah)
That chopper like a PS5, so I'm loadin' 'em (Uh)
Break 'em down and roll some weed and I'm smokin' (Smoke)