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Sebby Boy - Automatic (feat. Okdeazy) Lyrics



Sebby Boy - Automatic (feat. Okdeazy) Lyrics




I scraped the pot with the fork in the kitchen
I shot the plug and I went through his dishes
And if he snitching he's fed to the fishes
And if he lacking we sending them hitters
Shooter like Scotty know YoungBoy no Gatti
We got them Chop or Stu up on your mommy
Big 30 Shotters Osama bin Laden
Foot in the door now they don't want no problems
Dead man, 30 shot, death around the corner like 2Pac
Beat up the beat no boombox
Ear to the game like a black hawk
Beat up the beat no boombox
Ear to the game like a black hawk

Pull up once, did it twice
Now they think i'm nice
Drop an album, you thought i was done
See me again like a rerun
Yeah

Automatic
Automatic
Automatic
Automatic

Gucci jacket
Iced out patek
Issa habit
Got high status
Got high status
If i want it
Then i have it
Living lavish

Automatic
Automatic
Automatic
Automatic

Took her to prom, knocking straight at the door
My neck icy you know that be on froze
Me and Lil Uzi same height: 5'4
Yo shit made up like a centaur
If you want it i got it, automatic

Automatic
Automatic

Damn what you tryna do
Damn what you tryna do
Come down my avenue
See you on sight wipe yo nose like a tissue
I get the cash, straight off the revenue
While you was hating, i was in pursuit
I pull up, right in a space coupe
I pull up, right in a space coupe

Automatic
Automatic
Automatic
Automatic

Gucci jacket
Iced out patek
Issa habit
Automatic
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I scraped the pot with the fork in the kitchen
I shot the plug and I went through his dishes
And if he snitching he's fed to the fishes
And if he lacking we sending them hitters
Shooter like Scotty know YoungBoy no Gatti
We got them Chop or Stu up on your mommy
Big 30 Shotters Osama bin Laden
Foot in the door now they don't want no problems
Dead man, 30 shot, death around the corner like 2Pac
Beat up the beat no boombox
Ear to the game like a black hawk
Beat up the beat no boombox
Ear to the game like a black hawk

Pull up once, did it twice
Now they think i'm nice
Drop an album, you thought i was done
See me again like a rerun
Yeah

Automatic
Automatic
Automatic
Automatic

Gucci jacket
Iced out patek
Issa habit
Got high status
Got high status
If i want it
Then i have it
Living lavish

Automatic
Automatic
Automatic
Automatic

Took her to prom, knocking straight at the door
My neck icy you know that be on froze
Me and Lil Uzi same height: 5'4
Yo shit made up like a centaur
If you want it i got it, automatic

Automatic
Automatic

Damn what you tryna do
Damn what you tryna do
Come down my avenue
See you on sight wipe yo nose like a tissue
I get the cash, straight off the revenue
While you was hating, i was in pursuit
I pull up, right in a space coupe
I pull up, right in a space coupe

Automatic
Automatic
Automatic
Automatic

Gucci jacket
Iced out patek
Issa habit
Automatic
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Writer: Deahn Williams, Sebastian Baracaldo
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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