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Raq Baby - Automatic Part Two Lyrics

[Intro: Raq Baby]
Dick ridin', nigga
Whole city dick ridin', nigga, y'all niggas get off these niggas' dicks
Fuck wrong with y'all?
(Fire this bitch up, Hulk, gang)

[Verse 1: Raq Baby]
Shit been gettin' too wicked, can't trust my old friends (Can't trust my old friends)
Don't book me for your bitch-ass party, can't bring my pole in
Pick the bros up all the time, these cars ain't mine, these bitches stolen (These bitches ain't mine)
Can be my bitch, but ain't shit free, gotta suck my dick just for a sew-in
Old homie dissed me in a song, what the fuck I did to you? (What I did to you?)
When I heard about it, I prayed to God this shit ain't true (That shit had hurt me, nigga)
Switched up on me for them bitch-ass guys, that shit ain't you
Tryna paint a picture like I'll slime my partnеr out, that shit ain't true (That shit is cap)
I don't even know this pussy nigga and hе dissin', you can't take back what you said (What you doin', nigga?)
Just don't try to bring up my name 'fore you end up dead, huh
Opp hoes tryna kick it, I told that bitch I ain't got no leg
If I see your ass on a bike, I'ma knock your bitch ass off them pegs (Lil' dumb-ass nigga)
Got these niggas scared, I see they cliquin' up, these niggas bitchin' up
Wherever you see me, don't ever think I'm lackin', I got my semi tucked (Got my semi tucked)
Better not see that car at no red light, I bet I fill it up (Yeah)
Who want war? Let's send it up, nigga, don't record, you see me bust
I don't talk to the bitch that work at the club no more, got tired of her shakin' her butt (No, no)
Can't go to the trap with my bro, spend a dub no more, ain't too many people I trust
Not too many can see me, gotta walk with a ski mask on, it be too many niggas I bust (Too many niggas I bust)
Ain't no regular pop, ain't none of these bitches clean, I poured a lil' dirt in my Crush (Lil' dirt)
I had got my shit together, now me and my bitch ain't goin' at it, huh (My bitch ain't goin' at it)
Made that post and then he died (Rraow), switch had him gaspin', huh
Give a fuck 'bout a baby wipe, when we catch him, he gon' need a napkin
Whacked his daddy, he the pastor, goin' to hell with hella laughter
When I spin, can't even drop the Drac', you can call me a sticky Papper
Ain't shootin' no legs, we tryna make sure your bitch ass dead, real fifty tackle
Said I'ma bust you, then I leave, lil' bitch, don't get in your feelings after
She wonderin' why I ain't choose her out her friends, 'cause I had hit it faster
[Verse 2: Hunxho]
Mm, they want peace, but we want war
When it got hard, I ain't walk, would steal a car
This bitch throat so goddamn deep, when I go in, I feel her heart
I know I rap and my shit streamin', but I'll still go spin a block
I ain't gotta have no demons, shit, I'm in this Supercharger
Like where you at, baby?
Switch all on my Glock, it's automatic now like Raq Baby
Niggas told and they be raisin' hoes, your son a rat, baby
You ain't throwed, I go insane asylum, a nigga act crazy
Back door
A nigga diss me, spin his block inside this black truck
Lil' nigga, miss me with that shit, I'll get you wrapped up, on God
They ain't really hard, them niggas act tough, on God