[Lyric] Automatic (Marc papers)

Chea
Look
Uh huh look

Hit up the plug and cop the zip
Papers about to be on lift
Haters I'm making em plead the fifth
Throwing these lames up off a cliff
Far the bottom I'm on the ladder
I dont do talk you do chatter
All the cap it's making madder
Chasing the cheese pockets is fatter
Rev it up let them hoes hear the engine
Gave her D…
And can't get her out my mentions ah man
I spilled ketchup on my Balmain
Pull up pull up to that block in a foreign
Im a beast motherfucker call me Tarzan
You gon need a hеart-scan this energy is all man woah

Drop tops yeah thеy automatic woah
Hater you could bring the static chea
Shawty she gon let me tag it woah
All that paper yeah I'm bout to bag it yeah
Drop tops yeah they automatic woah
Hater you could bring the static chea
Shawty she gon let me tag it woah
All that paper yeah I'm bout to bag it yeah

Pull up to the spot I could spot you nerds
I don't follow trends cuz I'm not you herbs
Roll another one I always bring the raw
I don't got no grinder chop it up wit Metrocards
Buss it buss it pop it like a rubber band
I merge lanes
I swerve lanes
Real shit any problem gettin twist
I see thru fake niggas like Sierra Mist
Im a archer from 3 point fam I never miss
I only spit fire Im a dragon with the shit chea

This is not fair Im a sick bear
Pull up to the spot woo'in like I'm Ric Flair
You could never catch me cappin bitch where?
Pull up anywhere i never been scared
I own the throne you can't sit there
Get ya papers up cross ya heart and then swear

Drop tops yeah they automatic woah
Hater you could bring the static chea
Shawty she gon let me tag it woah
All that paper yeah I'm bout to bag it yeah
Drop tops yeah they automatic woah
Hater you could bring the static chea
Shawty she gon let me tag it woah
All that paper yeah I'm bout to bag it yeah