LYRICS
Jump off the G4 we can meet out side
What you gon’ do?
Jump off the G4 we can meet out side
What you gon’ do?
Jump off the G4 we can meet out side
What you gon’ do?
Jump off the G4 we can meet out side
I say look up in the sky it’s a bird it’s a plane
It’s Luda and a hawk at 700 getting brain
Automatic pilot automatic dough
Jump off the G4 we can meet out side
I said look up in the sky it’s a bird it’s a plane
It’s Luda and a hawk at 700 getting brain
Automatic pilot automatic dough
Pussy on assignment automatic hoes
Press the start button let the games begin
Real recognize real let the lames pretend
What you see is what you get when Luda’s rapping
If I say then I've done or it’s about to happen
But I've said that before now I’m back to snapping
I’m an eight figure nigga and
That’s just off rapping
So Imma tell you something different
And I just might slap’em
Pour belvy on the niggas then I just might jack’em
Get it?
A little deeper than the average mind
My watch lasts a little longer than the average time
‘Cause I never been average I’m further above
If you've got chicks on your dick
Mines are further in love
You got a crew that be snapping? Yeah me too
******* you like rapping? Yeah me too
You got a wad full of cash? Yeah me too
Got a blunt full of hash? Yeah me too
You keep a squad in the hood *******? Yeah me too
You got a dash full of wood *******? Yeah me too
You got a pocket full of stones *******? Yeah me too
You keep on repping for your zone *******? Yeah me too
Dealer shit yeah I’m back ignorant rap artis
And I got hype man but they ain’t here to do adlibs
So go ahead and judge a nigga
‘Cause I say I so white
Life’s a craps game I stay screaming out hold dice
Tell G bet the house on me you heard what I said
Tell these mother****ers down on border man
I can cover the spread
Yea they coming for my head but
I ain’t made it that big
I got a hair trigger nigga that can split your wig
Right! Ya’ll the et cetera whatever I can brag about
All that local bullshit ya’ll love to hear us rap about
****ers got a drought so ya’ll can't serve it at home
Tell ya shooters we can cover it we got us a zone
And yeah I’m good with this shit shorty
That’s no lie
I make a straight girl cry, turn a dyke mother****er bi
Twenty-eight no backpacking but I’ll flip this pack
My desert eagle is a puncher
'Cause it push shit back