BIA - AUTOMATIC Lyrics

What is divine light?
BIA BIA
(Aziz)
BIA BIA

Push to start, automatic parts
I don't even think I have a heart
Tin Man, B.E.t after dark
Dance emoji like I popped a narc
He was feelin' on this pussy
So I threw that shit in park
I'll go cry inside a Lambo truck
Can't f*ck him in no two-door (two-door)
Bring your man a bitch
And he gon' ask you find him two more (two more)
I can teach you game
For what these bitches go to school for
See me with the same hoes
I don't really f*ck with new whores (whores), no

Tell that nigga hurry, drop that bag on me (tell that nigga)
I like when he spendin' all this cash on me (drop a bag, drop a bag)
I like crippin' 'cause I like them Chanel tags on me (tell that nigga) (BIA BIA)
If he want a date, then spend that stash on me (tell that nigga)
Tell that nigga hurry, drop that bag on me (tell that nigga)
I just got a clutch to hold this magazine (I like) (yeah, yeah)
Pussy good, it make him wanna spazz on me (tell that nigga)
So I know it's real, he got a tat of me, true (tell that nigga) (yeah)

Doe Beezy got them racks, that's what they mad for (Doe Beezy)
If she act up, kick her to the curb like my last ho, bitch
I just drunk a fifth, girl, come get your back broke
Girl, that pussy good, if you cheat, might kick your ass, ho
Shooters pull up sprayin', they gon' blowin' on demand (ba-rah, rah, rah, rah)
I just fell asleep inside your ho, I'm off the Xan (let's go, let's go)
You deal with Doe Beezy, got a problem on your hands (Doe Beezy)
Your boyfriend get to trippin', pull that chopper on your mans (ba-rah, rah, rah, rah)
I f*ck on pop stars now, bitch, I'm hot as f*ck (mwah, mwah)
You can't get this dick, bitch, you not hot enough (well, damn)
Nigga say he want some smoke, but not poppin' up
Popped a lotta opps (yeah), still ain't drop enough (boom, boom, boom, boom)
Just gettin' started, my youngins, they stupid retarded (grr)
Spotted an opp in a party, shoot his ass down, then we leave in a 'Rari (skrrt)
F*ck all my enemies (f*ck all my enemies) (yeah, yeah)
They ain't did shit to me (they ain't did shit to me)
Ain't no rapper, keep the blick on me (Doe Beezy)
I secure my security (okay)

Tell that nigga hurry, drop that bag on me (tell that nigga)
I like when he spendin' all this cash on me (drop a bag, drop a bag)
I like Crippin' 'cause I like them Chanel tags on me (tell that nigga) (BIA BIA)
If he want a date, then spend that stash on me (tell that nigga) (ay)
Tell that nigga hurry, drop that bag on me (tell that nigga)
I just got a clutch to hold this magazine (I like)
Pussy good, it make him wanna spazz on me (tell that nigga) (damn, fool)
So I know it's real, he got a tat of me, true (tell that nigga)

Don't got no bitch on me
What the f*ck are you talkin' 'bout? (Not me)
Young, wild nigga, I don't cuff at all
Bitches stay in they feelings, can't f*ck 'em raw (at all)
You gon' suck this dick when I see you (you dig?)
Got a million stashed, I don't need you (no cap)
Bought a million bags for these hoes (bitch)
Still stressed out and alone (what else?)
One point five from the phone (cash)
Two point two on the road (what else?)
Young turnt, nigga, I'm goals (yeah)
But I ain't shit without my bros
Can't wait 'til y'all get home
Another day, nigga, another dollar
Chanel, Givenchy, Gucci, Prada
I don't purchase none of that shit, but I got it
East side, first nigga from the hood on a G5
That was me, that was me