Automatic Gunfire

By Skip Dover

On MORE IS LESS

Released on January 7, 2024

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Ayo

It feels like I'm in competition with ghosts

Sit in palm trees, my palm itches the most

Haven’t even scratched the surface yet

You’re lacking purpose, I’ll smack a person off Percocet

Cowards burn in nervous wrecks

You’re doing drills and we’re cashing Haliburton checks

How absurd a flex, pay attention how the words connect

We light you up, cause a power surge, your surgeon’s stretched

Shells drop, make a crop top out your turtleneck

Next, I cop and kit the coupe, make sure the kicks is chrome

I had bitches hit my phone since I had to flip my phone

Rappers got branding, yeah, their own brand of piss and moan

Now the shit is personal, I’ve gotta handle this alone

I’m hitting you from close up range

Now the stainless steel’s covered up in old blood stains

It’s a slippery slope, you know that saying

No love lost, no love gained, one line crossed, no more brains

When I come through, it’s over, I swear

Smell the fear when I’m near, why’re they poking the bear?

I know they stare, I dont care, they’ll be broke in a year

Go ahead, blow your career, I’ll blow smoke in the air

Because I

I’ve gotta get it, gotta get it, I’ve gotta get it

Pop the clip in, bodies dropping like we’re the Clintons

I’ve got it locked, I copped the winning lottery ticket

Try me, I’ll send shots at your fitted

This is automatic gunfire

I’ve gotta get it, get it now, ain’t no time to delay

They was trying to scale the business, now I’m in the way

Thought I was rich when I made 985 in a day

Now I’m laughing in your face, you said crime didn’t pay, hey

I paid my dues, never paid attention

Even when my name gets mentioned, I play it cool and evade detection

And I ain’t talking about no app, that ain’t real life

Tried to be active online, it didn’t feel right

Feels like I’m better now, shit was looking grim for a while

A while back, innocent child, sitting Indian style

No matter what, can’t seem to crack a grin or a smile

Either I give you the evil eyes or the sinister brow

But I’m forgiven now for giving you style

You’re about to drown, barely living, dog, you live in denial

Gotta be kidding, playing scrimmages now

And I just needed a shot because my beginnings was foul

I’ve gotta get it now

When I come through, it’s over, I swear

I smell the fear when I’m near, why’re they poking the bear?

I know they stare, I dont care, they’ll be broke in a year

Go ahead, blow your career, I’ll blow smoke in the air

Because I

I’ve gotta get it, gotta get it, I’ve gotta get it

Pop the clip in, bodies dropping like we’re the Clintons

I’ve got it locked, I copped the winning lottery ticket

Try me, I’ll send shots at your fitted

This is automatic gunfire