Automatic Freddie Gibbs

[Intro]
Yeah, we gon' twerk these motherfuckin' numbers
Oh yeah, just 'gon spit on this shit
Whippin' that Richard Pryor
I don't got shit to prove, you know what I'm sayin'?
Old head niggas ratted, rat ass niggas
I was in the kitchen choppin' blade
(Whoa Kenny!)
You know what I'm sayin', nigga? (Skrrt)

[Verse 1]
Yeah, whippin' that Richard Pryor
Chicken comin' in soft get it hard fried
I just came through porsche'd out with the frog eyes
Got that Afghani dope with the mob ties
Pop the Glock at yo top, throw the Glock away
Beat the cake just like Ikey beat Anna Mae
I don't got shit for a pussy ass nigga
But white shit and yellow tape
I don't got shit for a pussy ass nigga
But knuckles and hollow tips
I just put my monkey nuts on my chopper stick
Might just knock of an arm when that chopper hits
Front my cousin the pack and he just lost a brick
Cut that nigga off like he a naggin' bitch
Got my house and my whip and your bitch
And this drip on my neck and my wrist off that powder shit