paroles de chanson AutoPilot - 637FROZEN

I just copped a auto pilot, still swerving
And my bands inside the whip
Fuck the bank account, you learning
I'm in a super car I got the bands for certain
Got the first flight to iran and now i'm fucking on a persian
Got the memo can't go cuz' I be working
I'm the first to do this shit, so how could I ever be nervous
Send them bullets to yo' chest and it be burning
I'm in the F10 beamer and the engineering german
Send the bullets to yo' chest and it be hurting
I been urging, all my shootahs
Get the green light Find that boy he nervous
And the bands talk louder than I ever could
So when I walkround the mall you know my bitch she got a birkin
You know them bitches on my dick
I don't even do to much
I don't give 2 fucks about bitch and her lil' friend
So when i'm talking on the phone don't interrupt
My bitch bad, she baddie, casonavo
If we slide then it's mf over
Whole gang gotta stick up in the mf rover
All the bro's we be balling deladovo
Caught you lacking at the party
If i catch you then it's open
Main shootah shoot you down if you loafing
He be posing, posing with stick hocus pocus
I be all up in the green like a mf locus
Fuck the bitch I didn't nut
I popped a perc so I can focus
And them hoes on low, on my dick I didn't notice
And he posted on gram with a stick he really bogus
Say that be yo' top shottah he ain't got no fucking motion
Got the fanta with the lean if I mix it gotta potion
And they playing with me
Talking shit I know they really joking
They be surfing off my wave it's not a mf ocean
That's yo' bitch but she been feeling me
I open up the trojan
That's ya' hoe she been ho-ing
And it's all up on the gram, I gotta show em'
Grab ya' curtains we gon mf close em'
And them digit's what I run up when i'm posted
And I'm posted with the gang
They been talking they been lying on my name
I want money, don't want fame
And that hoe, she been tripping
She been fucking with a lame
Got the pipe we don't run a lil' fade
Ima barber in the cut, he want a fade
She been cheating on you bro
She been lying to ya' face
I been running to the money
In this bitch it ain't a race
Drop a opp ain't no way we leave a trace
Ain't no-