Autopilot

By YG Flaco

Released on July 16, 2016

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[Intro]

Yeah

Shouts out to Sin V Style man

Another hot beat

Shout out my boy Lynch for sending me this, hot beat

This for all my slab riders

(Let that ride, Let that ride)

This for all my slab riders man

Who ride around town just to waste gas man

You know how we do (Yeah)

If you got you a old school time machine

Let me see you slide down the freeway to this song man

You know how we go

Let's get it, gang


[Verse 1]

Ridin'

Fo's wrapped in pirellis

Grip to the ground, and crawl through the crowd

You hear the engine purr on that chevy

Its like a lioness in the hood

Two 12's hittin' so good

A lot of haters wanna jack nowadays

When I'm 'round my way I ain't only grippin' wood

Watching how I'm ridin'

Chrome lips on the candy

Splinters from my steering wheel

But right hand on that poonani

But I'm just joking shawty

I know that you know it shawty

Her lips so clean

She ain't never had lean

Baby sip that potion shawty

Stay focus shawty

'Round the way

Is you down to skate?

In a oldschool 'lac finna clown today

Everybody got a slab when you round my state

Swang on one time, make 'em pound they brakes

Cruisin' down Camp Wisdom

Seen a car show and got turnt

But it's hot in Texas

Getting kinda sweaty

So I left before I got burnt

Back in the whip hittin' buttons

A/C full blast, straight cuttin'

Dorothy keep me straight, I washed her yesterday

I wouldn't trade her in for nothing

And you can bet that, that's on me

She my Cinderella with the chrome feet

Windows so dark I done gone to sleep

And if you looking for your girl she done gone with me

[Chorus}

Ridin' (ridin')

Whippin' (whippin')

Filling up my cup

That purple stuff, you know what I'm sipping'

Ridin' (ridin')

Tippin' (tippin')

All up in my car

She match my pant the way that she drippin'

(Drip drip drip drip)

Ridin'

Chrome (chrome)

Crankin' up my bass

Me and my neighbors can't get along

Ridin'

I'm gone (gone)

Take off to the moon

Just flicked my autopilot back on


[Verse 2]

Back on the block, its a Sunday

(Phew!)

Maybe you can ride baby, one day

But don't reach right there

That's where the gun stay

Don't nobody need to know how I do it

Full tank got my ride so fluid

Could've been you but baby girl you blew it

Speakers so loud

Can't help but listen to it

(Yikes)

Big rims how I'm floatin'

Vanilla scent, it smell so potent

Big body how I control it

Space and time is moving slow motion

And you know how I rock it (rock it)

Might take off in that rocket (rocket)

Pull the keys up out my pocket

Feels so good to hear it crank with no knockin'

Mash on the gas, no stoppin'

SS coupe, so your friend's no option

Flick on my lights when i know that they watchin'

Remember when my car wouldn't crank without knockin'

But most of you should know

I'm cooler than the snow

Spill some drank all on my flo'

And to the curb is where you go


[Bridge]

Aye

And y'all think that it's a game

But in the Triple D you know we do this every day

Aye

Y'all think that it's a game

When you see me in the streets

You know my car before my name


[Chorus]

Ridin' (ridin')

Whippin' (whippin')

Filling up my cup

That purple stuff, you know what I'm sipping'

Ridin' (ridin')

Tippin' (tippin')

All up in my car

She match my pant the way that she drippin'

(Drip drip drip drip)

Ridin'

Chrome (chrome)

Crankin' up my bass

Me and my neighbors can't get along

Ridin'

I'm gone (gone)

Take off to the moon

Just flicked my autopilot back on