[Verse]
The style automatic
How we stunt so hard, that must be Harry Potter magic
Coming after whoever, who fuckin has it
Wherever I go I’m starting static
Mix that 'Preme up with that Vale, man I got fits you haven’t seen yet
On to better things, I’m tryna hop up on a P-Jet
We only eat the pussy if its clean
Hit lil' mama then I dash, yeah that engine ain't a VTEC

[Chorus]
She don’t wanna come home
She don’t wanna ride with you, you
I ain't got time for beef now
Yeah I’m on to better things
Hit my celly let it ring
I'm starting static, she an addict
She love the boy, love tragic
Starting static, I’m automatic
She love the boy, love tragic

[Verse 2]
Milfs around me taking off they wedding ring
I ask her what she want, she told me everything
Working hard, you know the crib need a mezzanine
We see you switching sides, boy you got hella teams
We heard of all your shit, and boy, we yawning
You asked us if we feel that, ain't nobody nodding
They just know I'm savage like the garden
Hotel room with white chicks, I ain't talking Shawn and Marlon
We rolling, bitch, you seen us
Tryna live a good life, Gucci jackets at the cleaners
Need some lemons on the chain, with the v-cuts
Your girl want my love now, all I got is deez nuts

[Chorus]
She don’t wanna come home
She don’t wanna ride with you, you
I ain't got time for beef now
Yeah I’m on to better things
Hit my celly let it ring
I'm starting static, she an addict
She love the boy, love tragic
Starting static, I’m automatic
She love the boy, love tragic