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Automatic strapped on my fucking back
Manual ride when I fly by
Automatic strapped on my fucking back
Manual ride when I fly by
I’ve been smokin since my youngin days, always in a daze
Never thought to ever stray my ways, now I’m gettin paid
Lookin for those palm trees by the bay, that create the shade
Finna find the finna things that make, life feel like a break
Always on that hash flow, now just watch me ash slow
Passin around, feelin the sound, now you know I puff dro
Air from out that window, hot boxed from this indo
Doin the laps, runnin the pass, now I blow this celo
Visine keep em eyes clean, Eyes low is how I be
Obviously knew my crew would see me in a Mazi
Timin’ in perfection, call me quick convection
Slowin the clock, meter is off, tryna run the section
Automatic strapped on my fucking back
Manual ride when I fly by
Automatic strapped on my fucking back
Manual ride when I fly by
Hotels as you can tell we be livin well
Polos on these toes know I been kickin’ trail
Steady runnin, money comin, in due to the life
Indo smokin right, good bitch on my left
Bad bitch know my money right
Blackberry barrage a bad bitch collage
I bricollage these hoes at the Villagio
Got me textin, s-e-x’in in the lexus
Lookin for that hookup girl you better text this
Back Back Cadillac or Phantom with that top back
Talk talk tell me girl, your world is ours so tell me that
No time for worries keep loose leaf packed in a hurry
Like Bruce Lee knock-outs you fazed out in a blurry
Automatic strapped on my fucking back
Manual ride when I fly by
Automatic strapped on my fucking back
Manual ride when I fly by
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