CALIBRATED

Ain't gotta switch it to the left, know that bitch automatic

She know on demand gon' eat that man, she know that's automatic

They protectin' the brand, they blow on demand, that's automatic

Dracs and automatics, who said they won't get active?

Oh, I love my gun the same way that I love my bitch

Oh, I love that Trish the same way she love suckin' dick

She call my phone 24 times, the 25th, she pullin' up

I told the driver, "Don't put this bitch in park, it's bustin', just pull up"

I'ma fuck for hours, told lil' cuz, "Give me one of them things and watch me bust"

They shrimpin' pastas, man, these niggas don't want no beef, I could get shit touched

You want me to make a diss so I could get you some clout or somethin'?

Well, fuck lil' six, the six I know he'll leave your partner bloodied

Supposed to be M.I.A. and rollin' loud, but I'm rollin' loud

Nigga, I'm on my block with that kapow and racka-tow

Nigga, I'm the only nigga you know that could get on a beat and juice

You take that ass off Scale a Baby

What you should've did before you post me

I got some niggas in the cage still puttin' they file in for they motion

Used to swipin', I ain't post it, it's free swipin' 'til I post 'em

I ain't trippin' if bitch get in my mix, but not in my motion

With no filter, she still calibrated, but this for her close friends

Do the most shit, suckin' slow shit

On the floor shit, do that ho shit (yeah, huh, yeah, huh)

Do the most shit, suckin' slow shit

On the floor shit, do that hoe shit (huh, yeah, huh, yeah)

She keep on askin' where the youngins, had to tell her ask my brother

They keep askin', "Is lil' Neeko livin' like that Axler?"

In due time, you can't, two lines in my drink, huh

Three bitches at one time feel like Big Dre in '08, huh

Came up off a couple punchlines and a couple faces

Huh, my brother and them, they don't fuck with niggas, man, I guess they, huh, yeah

Man, I guess they racist, huh, Hellcat whip and come race me, huh

I run 'em down in some Asics, time after time, I ain't doin' nothin' basic, huh

I was just ballin' with Sy and Doe, well, oh, yeah, I know they gon' make it, huh

He all outside tryna find his ho, well, oh, yeah, I bet she naked, huh

I'm with Top Notch and some hype Glocks, talk to bro, don't ask me nothin'

Meanwhile, we'll let a chop pop, once you hear this, too late to be runnin'

Make 'em freeze up, Zs up, everybody 'round me be gettin' some money

Did 350 off this rap shit, 'nother one-50 off this trap shit

New whip fast and it's luxury, with a model bitch, get her back bent

Yeah, I'm saggin', put my gun under the arm

And none of these bitches get wetter than Storm

They talk on the 'net, I ain't feelin' the energy

Different whenever we run in the tomb

I pay a lil' nigga to sneak in your crib when

You're not in there, you know we playin' with bombs

Fuck all that shit, get the fetti, yo, they need to put this on the radio, huh

Bro got a stick, when he squeeze it, it's shootin'

And shootin' again when he let it go (binary)

Soon as the bodies land, I'ma jugg

These niggas either had to say "Stood" 'cause it's understood

I give it the green light, then it's good

Z get your frown slumped in the woods

Not an ounce of bitch shit in my blood

Throw on the ski gloves on too, we put 'em to sleep, Z, Z

Niggas hittin' the stu' and makin' a song and bringin' up me, Z, Z

I don't really know if they want that smoke or they want a feature, Z, Z

I bring 'em to school and ended up fuckin' my stepkid's teacher, Z

Wake up with the same mood, zombie mode, I'm ready to do it, huh

I wanted the head and she wanted bread, I was gon' trip, but you blew it, huh

My tools been pro before Pro Tools, I had all kind of shit

I better go in the store to peep that ass, can't lie, that's some fine as shit, huh

And she did it different, that shit so good, I bought her designer sheets

Yeah, but she disappeared right after that, I wish I could find her, bitch