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 fuck 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