Automatic Yung Keeta (Ft. CeJay, Jahhlu, kkypr, reefuh, Vasto, Viavulc, wehateclip & Yurms)
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[Verse 1: Keeta]
Bitch metal made
With the gang ride around bitch escalate
Yeah, shit get messy you should step away
Them Lockhart boys they savage
Might just fuck a bad bitch
And that choppa' keep on shootin' that bitch automatic
If it's beef I call his mom and tell her cop a casket
O-On my momma all we know is dollars cop attachments
He was talkin' Lockhart boys gon' drop 'em make him past tense
[Chorus: keeta]
And all my brothers we too hard
You been talkin' pull yo' cart
Don't be yappin' 'cause my brother aim just like they is darts
Why they cappin' like they really ain't knowin' who we are
They ain't ready for the streets, man you don't fit the part
[Verse 2: Keeta]
I need Wock I need designer on my clothеs 'cause I was broke
Had a homeboy off thе Oxy's he don't play with that no more
I can't go but If I'm walkin' round downtown I got my pole
I got real life sticks for a internet troll
You's a real-life bitch and I know that you know
This a real-life switch made the whole room glow
And I think I got the itch off this perc and I'm cold
And she said she got the ick from my pint, stupid hoe
Bitch metal made
With the gang ride around bitch escalate
Yeah, shit get messy you should step away
Them Lockhart boys they savage
Might just fuck a bad bitch
And that choppa' keep on shootin' that bitch automatic
If it's beef I call his mom and tell her cop a casket
O-On my momma all we know is dollars cop attachments
He was talkin' Lockhart boys gon' drop 'em make him past tense
[Chorus: keeta]
And all my brothers we too hard
You been talkin' pull yo' cart
Don't be yappin' 'cause my brother aim just like they is darts
Why they cappin' like they really ain't knowin' who we are
They ain't ready for the streets, man you don't fit the part
[Verse 2: Keeta]
I need Wock I need designer on my clothеs 'cause I was broke
Had a homeboy off thе Oxy's he don't play with that no more
I can't go but If I'm walkin' round downtown I got my pole
I got real life sticks for a internet troll
You's a real-life bitch and I know that you know
This a real-life switch made the whole room glow
And I think I got the itch off this perc and I'm cold
And she said she got the ick from my pint, stupid hoe
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