Hizzy Automata - souljas4real (feat. Free$lave & yxngfery) Lyrics

(Come to me, Ifrit!)
(yxngfery is too crazy)
(Jenny Gardens, we got this)
(Hizzy Automata)
Pulled up like who bitch
Why you looking at me funny
I'm talking to you bitch
.38 special in the drummy
Hit it like woo, bitch
Put some hollows in your back, huh
Make you say ooo, shit
Money on my mind, yeah
I gotta buy new fits
And I'm never running out of time, yeah
I gotta keep moving
Never find me, never mind me, yeah
Get a clue bitch
I been working overtime on the grind
I can't lose it this shit is a movement

I been running up a check
2 commas flat but I'm never stopping at that
Copped a couple zips, rolling in the whip
Me and the gang be puffing it back
Bitches hit my line thinking that I'm fine
I ignore em they ain't really my type
I'm a picky ass motherf*cker
So if them bitches want me better bring the hype
We Hi-Tech pouring, popping beans from Korin
I can feel the purple deep inside of my bones
4K vision, see the snakes hissing
Dudes always switching up just for a hoe
Rolling three fatties that's blunt, force, and trauma
Red beam to your head like you is Osama
Blood on my blade and blood on my parka
I'm a young killa take sons from they momma

Pulled up-pulled up-pulled up like who bitch
Why you looking at me funny
I'm talking to you bitch
.38 special in the drummy
Hit it like woo, bitch
Put some hollows in your back, huh
Make you say ooo, shit
Money on my mind, yeah
I gotta buy new fits
And I'm never running out of time, yeah
I gotta keep moving
Never find me, never mind me, yeah
Get a clue bitch
I been working overtime on the grind
I can't lose it this shit is a movement

Yeah, aye
(Free$lave)
I hit the club one deep with all my diamonds on me
Niggas hating on me cuz my shit be shinning on me
F*ck my baby mama cuz that bitch be lying on me
I told that pussy nigga pull up
Come and slide up on me
Remember when I hit that lick and bro had ratted on me
Don't be capping on me
Pull up with that Mac up on me
If I was you I'd probably watch the way you're acting homie
I told that bitch that I don't want ya cuz ya average baby
This shit is a movement
We got 8 balls,
We got pool sticks,
We got groupies,
We got toolies,
We got shooters
That'll put your baby in the air like cupid
Got a couple hoes tryna use me
I be going through shit like Boosie
And my heart colder than my jewelry
But I'm putting the love in the music
I'm Eazy-E in '93, I do a nigga so ruthless
Move, bitch, get out the way
All of these rappers is ludicrous
Imma pull up with my hooligans
I'm on the gram like who is him

Pulled up like who bitch
Why you looking at me funny
I'm talking to you bitch
.38 special in the drummy
Hit it like woo, bitch
Put some hollows in your back, huh
Make you say ooo, shit
Money on my mind, yeah
I gotta buy new fits
And I'm never running out of time, yeah
I gotta keep moving
Never find me, never mind me, yeah
Get a clue bitch
I been working overtime on the grind
I can't lose it this shit is a movement