Lyrics
Uh this that vibe this that mood and I call this that darkness
Homie lookin' like a play-doh fool stand still I'ma show you how them killers move
Kind genius with a killer tooth soon as they drop watch it fill the room
Time to ride around like in a tube ain't about money keep it shorter than the interlude
If she ain't real she can't feel the shoes and if she won't kill then it kill the mood
Keep it going yes it's automatic automatics went to smoke and went on the static
Fuck your posts and your quotes I'm who hold the stacks
You ain't get the point you should hold a cactus
Yeah I'm automatic with the flow killer beat it put a tag up on his toe
Think it's bout time that I'm finna go think it's bout time that I let him know that I
Came up from the gutter to gutter gutter and made it out
Ain't nobody help me then I had to make it out
Ain't nobody help me when I had to pay it out
Ain't nobody point me to it I had to make a round
I ain't playing any games with food
Best believe I'ma eat like I made the rules
Watch me like the papers do
Bitch I'm gon' kill it like I'm Ray Caruso
In the class 8 all hair like a cab chase
It's so hard to say cheese in the reference
Fat man I'm steady eating with a fat face
Just know that the goal is to bag chase
And I'ma keep on stay on the object
My directive is directed it's not reckless
Get straight to the point without an I-message
Just focus and concentration in I-message
Yeah I'm automatic with the flow
Kill a beat and put a tag up on his toe
Think it's bout time that I'm finna go think it's bout time that I let him know that I
Came up from the gutter to gutter gutter and made it out
Ain't nobody help me then I had to make it out
Ain't nobody help me when I had to pay it out
Ain't nobody bring me to it I had to make a route
Written by: Christopher George Williamson
