Yung Boss Crook - Automatic

It's automatic
It's automatic
Yeah
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
It's automatic
Don't gotta explain
What's understood
Just ask, you can have it
I gotta spoil you, I'm sorry baby
It's just a habit
If you throw it at baby
Guaranteed, I'm gon' catch it
Tell the haters, If they want smoke
It's automatic
This love is automatic
Love when she buss it
Baby boujee mixed with ratchet
Oow
Jason Voorhees how I stab it
When I call, She coming quick
Amazon package
It aint nothing bout her average
Turnin heads while she in traffic
That's that black girl magic
On these hoes she reeking havoc
Spoil her, That's a habit
Pussy dope, I'm an addict
She ain't even gotta ask it
Baby know It's automatic
I don't have to explain
I bring her joy
In a world full of pain
Something like when the sun
Shines when it rains
See it, you want it bae
It's not a thang
You like Chanel
I wear Versace
With you by my side
Bae can't nobody stop me
Just know that I got you
As Long as you got me
Just know that I got you
As long as you got me
It's automatic
Don't gotta explain
What's understood
Just ask, you can have it
I gotta spoil you, I'm sorry baby
It's just a habit
If you throw it at baby
Guaranteed, I'm gon' catch it
Tell the haters, If they want smoke
It's automatic
Don't gotta explain
What's understood
Just ask, you can have it
I gotta spoil you, I'm sorry baby
It's just a habit
If you throw it at baby
Guaranteed, I'm gon' catch it
Tell the haters, If they want smoke
It's automatic
Bossed up
Threw some diamonds
On her neck
Took her to rodeo
Blow a check
Take her off the market
Yeah, I willing to Invest
Protect her heart
Like I'm a vest up her on chest
She sitting pretty with her friends
But baby you one that stood out
I'm down to put the time in
And receive the vibes I put out
She talk her shit and back it up
That good mouf
Dig in it so deep
Fuck around
And bring the hood out her
With her it's automatic
Take oath like hippocratic
These hoes don't want no static
Yea she loves dis Dallas Maverick
Procreating like some rabbits
Whole world you can have it
Know that ballin' is a habit
She know it ain't no reverse
She know I'll ride
Til I'm six feet in dirt
She throw it back
While the haters throw shade
Kuz she know
When I get paid she getting paid
It's automatic
Don't gotta explain
What's understood
Just ask, you can have it
I gotta spoil you, I'm sorry baby
It's just a habit
If you throw it at baby
Guaranteed, I'm gon' catch it
Tell the haters, If they want smoke
It's automatic

Written by:
Chaudwick Dingus

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