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Sheff G – Automatic Lyrics
Sheff G, Sleepy Hallow
Hoover, Hoover Gang Shooter, Shooter, that Shooter Gang Hoover, Hoover Gang Shooter, Shooter, that Shooter Gang (Great John on the beat, by the way) We slide on blocks, we'll leave it in park, look, we balling no parks, huh Push engine to start, ain't no evidence when it sparks Brllt, look, brllt di blat, couple 'ol guns is useful, intact I done seen fights to backing out straps, couple lil' snakes I thought had my back 'Til I gotta shoot that boy he flinching, spotted them routes he looks suspicious Look, shit he clinching, ambulance speed that boy to the clinic Tell 'em bring, paramedics, acrobatics, cinematic hungry hoes with you Niggas try shooting at us, clapping at us, niggas know that Shooter Gang hit you Pockets obese, real damage, ain't much love I got in these streets nigga But I'm street nigga, that's his man, Sleepy hit his ass have him sleep quicker He deceased with him, tote no straps don't hang around me, stand around me Look, can't split no cash, no lick around me, stain around me, gang around me Chillin', only my bitch arouse me, silly I've done been drilling around these buildings, praying to my God I know he forgiving Look, more havoc, wanted to taste, bring more addicts Keep a closed mouth that's smooth traffic, hop in that car that's few 'matics Hoover, Hoover Gang Shooter, Shooter, that Shooter Gang If you ask me, please don't ask me, uh When it come to bitches, like my shorty super nasty But if we talking chops, uh, I love 40 Glocks If we talking blocks, we done spinned a lot, uh If you talking opps, simple, make your niggas pop, pimple You ain't sending shots, look, you just send a threat But we can make a bet, 100K gang get your whole set It ain't nuttin' less, next, smoking what I stretch Shooter gang got food on niggas necks Who the gang got niggas tryna flex We the gang got bitches tryna sex I ain't really worried 'bout a bitch, big bro told me worry 'bout a check Disrespect then you valid for a death Naw, he ain't no big dog, I swear that man is a rat He try running we shooting his kicks off, when he trip he get hit with that braat Wanna know where I got all of this sauce, I just say I do this and do that Any minute I want niggas clipped off, I can pull up with Sheff and attack, Sheff and attack