Big Pokey - Automatic lyrics

(*talking*) Uh, auto-matic Mob music Mobstyling, feel that network auto [Big Pokey] (automatic), that's how the money gon come Dropped to the flo, how my Hummy gon come (automatic), walk down in my tub Flood my earlobe, with six pound studs (automatic), I'm Screwed for life Don't get it twisted, you'll lose your life (automatic), white Diablo Doin the dash board, blowing hydro (automatic), MFL S.U.C., Y.S. Cartel (automatic), I'm the Hardest Pit Boys run up, boys get bit (automatic), this a Prada track Keep a closet full of, Prada slacks (automatic), I go hard in the paint Hard on the weed, hard on the drank [Hook - 4x] (automatic), now could it be who can it be So how can it be, who can it be [Young Cay] Automatic, let and go right off of the top Network off of the block, awfully hot You know I love to kick it with n***as, that off of they pop We go burn for burn, they learn they turn and stop What matching the cheeba, traction a fever All Star like Derek Jeter, how I lift my feeter Young C-A-Y, chilling with T-High K-A-Dub-L two E-G fly Everybody think of somebody, shake up somebody Wake up the party, bartender break the Bacardi Ok ok ok shorty, I'm with it with it Is you with it with it, let's get it get it give me digits Tell of me who the sickest of n***as, that spit it vicious Big Poke' with Young Cay, don't forget it Blow trees, we co-d's on the beat Automatic static, is all you gon see [Hook - 4x] [Big Pokey] (automatic), I make em break they neck Do em like trick dice, take they check (automatic), some of em feminist f** off anything, in my vicinity (automatic), drop n***as where they stand at With hands, or a motherf**ing hand gat (automatic), make n***as bow down Hollow points, make n***as fall down (automatic), my hoes gon mind First and fifteenth, my hoes gon grind (automatic), respect the Mob Disrespect it, you going to Big Rob (automatic), hoes dig the Lac Violators, get they wig detached (automatic), I rock a show And drop a b**h, with a body blow [Hook - 8x]