Automatic by Traum Lyrics

(Verse 1)
*AHHHHHHHHH!*
Wake up to the bag, that’s automatic

Cookies on the table, we had to bag it

Fuck the days off, this ain’t a sabbath

Shawty came to practice, it’s pornographic

Show me to hers friends, don’t get dramatic
Feelings tragic, I ain’t mean to do it
Just be pursuing, all these women
Thinking they can handle
A young flame, the name same
Dropped and got the game changed
(Yaya,ya)
3 stripes don’t do the refs
(Yaya,ya)
Adidas suits wit Nike press
(Yaya,ya)
Vlone villan fuck the rest
(Yaya,ya)
Designa shit but where da checks
Went out and did it but I ain't really just finish yet
Just contemplating my options like will I ever make it
They speculating like David Banner we syrup sippin
Instead doin they sit around and think about it
I just can’t dream about it (NO!)
Y’all niggas leave wit out it (YA x3!)
Dope slinging, the bells ringing, I’ll meet my maker
Pill popper, the seal rocker, I like the flavors
Block hot, the Jewels not, I gotta get it
(Bridge)
I gotta get it
You know
I gotta get it
We go
I gotta get it
Don’t slow, Up, Man damn *echo*

(Verse 2)
Told these motherfuckers to come and get me
(Come and get me)
Trynna take my soul who rockin wit me
(Rockin wit me)
Stopped me from the go you played it filthy
(Who played it filthy)

Working on the go I gotta get it (I GOTTA GET IT!)
Working on the go I gotta get it (I GOTTA GET IT!)
Working on the go I gotta get it (YA YA)
Working on the go I gotta get it ( I gotta get it x3)
Working on the go I gotta get it (Traum)