Automatic

Pull up in some shit that's automatic
Hit-hit-hit hit you with some
Shit that’s automatic
All that hating must be bad for your spirit
You hating bad I'm getting a
Bag look in the mirror
That's why I’m where the money at
Call me once and ain't no coming back
All these bitches wanna see me dead
That's why I'm in a Porsche not a Pontiac