Fully Auto ft. IxeyMar & DiddyTwin Lyrics

Flahhh flahh

Flahhh flahh

Like what

Glah

Them niggas is sliding

I showed him packs, he think he the man, so now i'm taxing

Fully Auto blicks, shit active

Niggas act and I ain't having it

Auntie found my glock, shit tragic

The blogs be posting my brother bashing em

Way before that rap shit, posted

Don't post them niggas doing shit for social

Nazzy calling my line shit global

LAX touched with IXEY coke 'em

AR pistols shit come wit holsters

Where I'm from you'll just never know

Where I'm from a bitch might just zoe you

A Quartermil a make a trick bitch hopeful

The streets inside my blood forsure

Better run when I come fosho

Yeaa yea

Hit a lick for the P's yea I tripped em

Up the knocks turn that nigga a victim

Hollows, they put him in submission

Headtap and I finish the mission

DOA I ain't leaving no witness

Show no mercy don't ask for forgiveness

G Locks, red dots and switches

30' popper get cleared with switches

DTB I can't fuck with these bitches

Big bag like I'm working on fitness

Dead opps in the spliff gotta hit this

Big bag gotta stick to the riches

I'm booming at twelve if they peep where the blick is

Body bag he got wrapped like Christmas

Headtap and I'll knock off of his fitted

Put a red dot on his head ain't no missing

From the pole where it's cold

If you ain't from the pole where it's cold then you better go home

And them niggas a kill you don't get to that blicky quick them niggas a throw

Bullets get to flying they texting my gram ask me, like i don't know

Ain't no firing back get caught innat trap or a cab it's all over

Real niggas, Straight up out the trenches with them real killers

Me and Chevy we gone fuck it up

Up in the store, Get it all

Don't care what it cost, When I make it swear to god we gone ball

They ain't really want me in here, had to kick through the door

Me and my niggas we ready for war

Still on dat timing, still cracking 4's

Big die Y see a Y ima toss

Brody on hots, he tryna score

Ain't no pillow talking to them hoes, act loss

40's is cannons, them shits be loud, better get down

Momma proud, her problem child

I showed him packs he think he the man so now I'm taxing

Fully Auto blicks shit active

Niggas act and I ain't having it

Auntie found my glock, shit tragic

The blogs be posting my brother bashing em

Way before that rap shit, posted

Don't post them niggas doing shit for social

Nazzy calling my line shit global

LAX touched with IXEY coke em

AR pistols shit come wit holsters

Where I'm from you'll just never know

Where I'm from a bitch might just zoe you

A Quartermil a make a trick bitch hopeful

The streets inside my blood forsure

Better run when I come fosho

Yeaa yea