Written By: Terrome Fernandes


I'm automatic no shell,

Told Korri give em hell,

Handful of opinions I don't like em,

Money long enough to post bail,

I don't really hear the chatter,

$ signs all that matters,

I rock designer Steve Madden,

Where you going bitch what's hannen,

I was posted up ckron,

Getting laid like a mattress,

Kid in play 90's drip

Nigga you can't find this shit,

Mind your business,

Cause I'll blind your bitch,

These diamonds drip,

I don been round block, hm

c nigga can't stop,

Give it all that I got,

My team been clowned that thot, hm

Your bitch sad cause she gon get dropped,

This is expensive taste, and im finna renovate,

Check out the dentistry, I got a lot on my plate,

But I rarely make mistakes, ok

I talk about shit that I got, bitches I'm fucking a lot,

Why are you mad bitch boom boom boom



Why are you mad? You quiet I'm talking a bag,

Living my life is a blast, I don't get last,

First place is all in my view, while niggas is stuck in the pass, kiss on my ass,

If you think that I'm am the one,

Nigga you try me you done,

Pop up your city you function,

My Money the only discussion,




I'm automatic no shell,

Told Korri give em hell,

Handful of opinions I don't like em,

Money long enough to post bail,

I don't really hear the chatter,

$ signs all that matters,

I rock designer Steve Madden,

Where you going bitch what's hannen,

Lordwicke:

Niggas gone run up get hit back..

Woahhhh,

I break em apart like a Kit Kat,

cll that you talking I did that you could get dispatched me and my niggas we take out that big trash,

Really don't want it this year,

Finally broke all my doubt and my fear,

Call her your wife but that bitch over here,

Got a few rappers I make disappear when I hop on the beat,

Pushing the gas I'm on E,

Niggas don't want me to pull up with ease,

I really dismantle and body a beat and if you don't embody it there goes ya dream,

Niggas be waiting for you to slip up,

But they run up on me and they get fucked up,

Got a spectacular touch,

Feeling immaculate I might just stack up a bunch they was cooking that crack somewhere back in the slums,

But I got into music and used it for love,

Niggas cINT want me to level this up,

I got Ciroc and the ice in the cups,

Becoming a big dog from being a pup,

The loneliest path is the one that you'll love

Wicked enough?

Bitches just hang on my nuts I took a fan to the bus, nigga wassup, haters be looking us up,

But they don't show no love, empty the clip,

Doo, doo, doo empty the clip, wicke they just talk to much shit, making em flip, dollars we making em flip, gymnastics she jump on the dick