AUTOPILOT ft. SHEWANTAARON Lyrics

Looking at the stars

Yea her eyes they be shining

Told her baby this a Tesla

Don't even worry bout driving

All this Ice around my neck

I'm probably changing the climate

If she don't get what she want

Yea she crying and wining

Broke her heart what she thought

We ain't whining and dining

Messing with my brother

Boy you better worry bout hiding

Yea my boys ain't go no grip

How they just got to sliding

Stack this shit up to the top

Yea you know imma pile it

Aye Bucket hat made outta cheetah

Wild life be my fashion

And Imma be good to that one

Shit I know she the baddest

Diamonds jump like a rabbit

Rest In Peace to Mz.Karats

I be fresh as hell living like I came out a casket

With a milf forty four

Yea I know that she married

Stalker hoes gone hit the scene

Yea these bitches be starring

Shawty ass just like horse

And she ride me like a carriage

Money trail I'm on the go

Got to get it the fastest

Looking at the stars

Yea her eyes they be shining

Told her baby this a Tesla

Don't even worry bout driving

All this Ice around my neck

I'm probably changing the climate

If she don't get what she want

Yea she crying and wining

Broke her heart what she thought

We ain't whining and dining

Messing with my brother

Boy you better worry bout hiding

Yea my boys ain't go no grip

How they just got to sliding

Stack this shit up to the top

Yea you know imma pile it

Bad bitch lil freak suck me till my teeth grinding (Uh)

Cut her off cause I found out that bitch was lying (Bye, Bye!)

I get hella green I'm just trying to climb up a mountain

Glock, with a laser aiming at you yea we be finding (Doo,doo,doo)

Whole gang yea we eating you know that we be grinding (40)

Riding on the e-way you know me and Neef sliding (Aye!)

We be getting hella hoes and we don't even be trying (We don't even be trying)

Had to line em up just like the coach do the lineman (Let's Go!)

Looking at the stars

Yea her eyes they be shining

Told her baby this a Tesla

Don't even worry bout driving

All this Ice around my neck

I'm probably changing the climate

If she don't get what she want

Yea she crying and wining

Broke her heart what she thought

We ain't whining and dining

Messing with my brother

Boy you better worry bout hiding

Yea my boys ain't go no grip

How they just got to sliding

Stack this shit up to the top

Yea you know imma pile it