Текст песни
Uh. They cut my mic off. I've been lining up these hundreds like they out Of order. I ain't doing for me, it's for My sons and daughter. Anything they say they want, I bet I make the order. They show the TikTok of a Maybach, I spent a quarter. Hood Denzel, they been acting up. Blessings on the way, I've been packing up. Count time, they been racking up. Kept it moving, ain't no backing up. Guess they in they feelings, I've been stacking up. Handshakes just ain't matching up. Five percent tint just ain't black enough. They see the paint clean, wanna scratch it up. I've been sliding on these foes, ain't no clacking. All these diamonds on me cold, get my napkin. Just in case I gotta sneeze, nah, I'm capping. Know I pick my destination, I'm the captain. I gotta ball on 'em daily like I'm Melo. I was pressure on them haters like Canelo. I was solid while them others kept it jello. In the streets, I've been connected, I'm Zillow. I feel like been kinda different, I ain't fitting In. I know some people in they feelings, they Ain't getting in. Send this money on a mission, Let it spin again. I hate to say they Play with me, I make 'em quit again. Every time I walk outside, they be looking at It. Trying to get a clear picture, we don't Do the static. Seen a couple turn, Couple ready. When it come to being me, Guess it's automatic. I've been fighting with these Emeralds, they been running wild. Spend another twenty ball just to help the smile. God's son, He gon' bless His child. Haters imitation, I done set the style. I treat my whip like it was Nip, I Had to double up. Should've been a butcher how I'm cutting up. Trying to close a hater mouth, They ain't shutting up. XFL on they neck, Go to roughing up. I ain't here to try To clean no rumors. I'm in they head like A set of tumors. I be laughing like a Set of humor. Now they hating, should've seen it sooner. I'd probably be mad if I was them, but I ain't though. Talking 'bout the they could've did, But they can't though. I don't buy no wolf Tickets, you must be on that drank though. Probably why you somewhere empty like your tank low. I feel like been kinda different, I ain't fitting In. I know some people in they feelings, they Ain't getting in. Send this money on a mission, Let it spin again. I hate to say they Play with me, I make 'em quit again. Every time I walk outside, they be looking at It. Trying to get a clear picture, we don't Do the static. Seen a couple turn, Couple ready. When it come to being me, Guess it's automatic.
Trae tha Truth — Automatic
«Automatic» — Trae tha Truth. Читайте текст песни и подпевайте с караоке-подсветкой: строки текста подсвечиваются в такт музыке. Слушайте онлайн бесплатно или скачайте mp3. Длительность записи — 2:32. Жанр — Рэп и хип-хоп.
