Automatic
(intro)
Babyshark hes back and at it
Tell your friends and they ecstatic
They be sayin' hes a vatic
Just a kid that’s fuckin' had it

Hidin' away in the attic
Sick of always bein’ static
Now I'm feelin' automatic
Spit a bar and they asthmatic

I been on my baller shit because I like my shit dramatic
Whip around the corner with no signal when I feel erratic
Keep the music simple, when you fuse it, it gets problematic
Say that she don't love me, but she come back cause I'm charismatic

(verse 1)
God damn, that rhyme scheme is beat (we know)
Haters playin' nice cause I know they wanna feat (yeah)
See me sprayin' and they voluntary take a seat
They go tarantino to the logic, sour then sweet, but
I go sinatra on the competition, in position
Ready, change the game, I kill the lames cause this a new edition
Take a breather when I want, need no permission
I'ma keep on sprayin’, I got infinite ammunition

I’m lovin' my life, I’m livin'
I'm livin' it right, I’m trippin'
You trippin', I caught you slippin'
On water, cause I be a drippin'
Not quittin', I'm on a mission
No kiddin', that kid is rippin'
If real recognizes real, I don't know who the fuck I'm dissin'

Take a breather when I want, I thought that I told y'all to listen
I don't stay In one place, I be switchin' it up and mixin'
Cause this game is a footrace and I'm boltin' like insane I'm flippin' (drip, drip, splash)

Call me money marc, I'm surrounded by snakes and they hissin'
Rap in circles, I got the haters spinnin'
Ay shout out yung trailer, that's the boy, he done seen the vision

(bridge)
I came from DL, but on the down low, I think I'm from orbit, I boarded a ship from astro
Shorty chug a forty, she zig zaggin' now like afro, babyshark in deep waters, they swim in the shallow
I used to swim in sorrow, waited till tomorrow, now my frankies lookin' blue, got money like a narco
Loadin' up the cargo, don't even a car tho, I'm flying, you bitches dyin' for me to up the tempo
(verse 2)
Hold up wait i'm automatic, what is all this semi fire
I've ben wreakin' havoc, got the soundcloud rappers feelin' dire
Feelin' jaded when the Smith and Wesson in you face Syre-nara man I'm lovin' karma, gotchu singin' like a choir

I'm up here, top down, you can say some
But I'ma leave you hangin' like a witch in salem
Got wordplay for days, written when I blaze
Why you bein' nervous, kick it back like cordae

Now ill be honest man in person I'm pretty modest, I promise I don't brag about my verses and how they flawless, a novice to the game, young boy, only born in August, talkin' shit to avoid the office and make a steady profit

(outra)
With that being said, lemme say some
These bitches gimme brains, they don't play dumb
Cause on the mic, I really like to gloat son
But I don't take L's, so goat 1