Chicago’s drill scene never sleeps, and VonOff1700 keeps proving why he’s one of its sharpest voices with every drop. Teaming up with fellow riser JillaOff1500, “Automatic” hits like a full clip—unrelenting bars over a haunting beat, packed with the kind of raw street narratives that have fans dissecting every line. Released a year ago today, the track captures that signature Windy City tension: switches glancing, ops lurking, and loyalty shouted from the rooftops. It’s Von at his most locked-in, trading verses with Jilla for a collab that feels like a block cypher turned up to lethal levels.
| Lead Vocals | VonOff1700 & JillaOff1500 |
| Songwriter | VonOff1700 & JillaOff1500 |
| Music Producer | Milan Made It & Seviex |
| Video Director | AMF Empire |
| Label | Signal Records/Columbia Records |
| Release Date | January 28, 2026 |
| Song Language | English |
| Copyright © | Signal Records/Columbia Records |
Lyrics of Automatic by VonOff1700 & JillaOff1500
[Intro: VonOff1700]
Turnt Up, Not Burnt Up, Nigga Diss On The Gang, Gon’ Get His Dumb A*s Sent Up
You Know That, Long Live Mook And Mike, Diss On Them, You Gon’ Lose Your Life
[Verse 1: VonOff1700]
Alright, They Already Know Ain’t No Duckin’ The Switches
They Dropped Forty Shots, How The F**k They Ain’t Hit Me?
I’m Out On My Block, Tell Them Niggas Get With Me (Pull Up, I’m Here)
If I Catch A Cut, I Bounce Out With The Fifty (Rrah, Rrah)
Nigga, Don’t Spin Up This Block In A Straight (Don’t Do It)
The Last Niggas Tried Caught Shots From The Drac’ (Rrah, Rrah)
Backend Tired Of Top, Now He Smokin’ On Glizzy (His Dead A*s)
Joc Dumb A*s Got Smoked By A Ghillie (His Gay A*s)
I Turned Up And Put All The Light On The City (For Real)
Mook Money Died, So We Spinnin’ The Bity (Yeah, We Spinnin’)
If I Catch An Opp Ho, I’ma Shoot Off Her Titties (Her Ho A*s)
Z Money ‘nem Been Locked In With Diddy (They Gas A*s)
Nigga, I Seen Your Lil’ Diss, It Was Pretty (It Was Cute)
Still Play With 9s, Man, That Lil’ Nigga Kitty (His Dumb A*s)
Don’t Think I Got Fire, Man, That Lil’ Nigga Silly (F**k)
Toss Gang Heat Shit Up When It’s Chilly (Know That)
Uh, We Lay Belt To They A*s, Uncle Willy
My Favorite Gun Gotta Be Drac’ Or 10 Milli’ (Know That)
When Woo Get Clapped, K Gon’ Be Shitty (His B**ch A*s)
Lil Three Make The Srt Jeep Do A Wheelie (We Gone)
Say, What About Quinsy? That Lil’ Nigga Femmy (His Ho A*s)
Backend Won’t An Opp Get Near Me
If I Like Your J, Then I’m Takin’ It With Me (Give Me That)
Stand Over Him And Put Shots In His Kidney (Rrah, Rrah)
Tryna Buy A Micro, But It Gotta Be Mini (Drac’)
Lil’ Vonno, He Stay Strapped Up Like Jimmy (Grrah)
This Glock 23 Make A Fat Nigga Skinny (His B**ch A*s)
Don’t Get Killed ’cause You Tweakin’ Off Henny (Dumba*s)
Hoodie On, Mask On Just Like Kenny (Mask)
I Can Get A F**k Nigga Killed For A Penny (Know That)
How Many Opps Left? Man, It Ain’t That Many
Pull Up In A Hemi, Bounce Out With A Semi, Nigga (Come Here, Come Here)
[Verse 2: JillaOff1500]
F**k The O, Nigga, F**k The A Too
We Swing Them Doors, We Off North Avenue
Got A Drizzy With A Fifty, We Swingin’ All Through The City
If You With It, You Get It, Belt Stretch All The Way To Philly
Tap That Biscuit, That Nugget, B**ch, I Want That Muffin
It’s Ugly And You Pump And I’ll Kill Everything In Front Me
B**ch, We Grew Up Takin’ Shit
Birdman With Me, He’ll Take Your B**ch
In The Streets Like Potholes, Got Rocks And Blows ’til The Trap Close
Ain’t Shit Sweet ’bout My 4s, They Off Percocets In Durangos
Off Narcos In Top Mode, I’m Tellin’ You Boys, They Dangerous
Better Watch Out Who Y’all Hang With
F**k Lil Fame, He Famous
F**k Black Mob, F**k Amerus
Ask Sane ‘nem, I Can’t Miss
This Right Here Is Another Hit
Got The Same Glock On Another Hit
‘Cause Them B**ch-A*s Niggas Be Kickin’ It
It’s Monsters, Inc. You Come Through Here
‘Cause We Swingin’ Doors, We Scarin’ Shit
Ran Down On ’em, Curry
I Gave Them Boys The Thirty
Then I Reload In A Hurry
I’m On Sane ‘nem
About “Automatic by VonOff1700 & JillaOff1500”
VonOff1700 and JillaOff1500 unload with “Automatic,” a drill banger where every bar snaps like an auto switch—fierce, precise, and zero room for weakness.
Rooted deep in Chicago drill’s gritty blueprint, “Automatic” rides sinister production from Milan Made It and Seviex, layering eerie keys over pounding 808s that let the aggressive flows breathe fire. The mood is pure paranoia and payback—themes of dodging attempts, spinning blocks, and honoring the fallen dominate, with shoutouts to lost ones like Mook and Mike setting a somber yet defiant tone. VonOff1700’s verse explodes first, boasting survival and retaliation, while JillaOff1500 matches the energy, swinging through avenues and stretching belts with unfiltered menace. It’s that classic drill formula: vivid threats, crew loyalty, and no-filter flexes that make you feel the block’s pulse.
Dropped January 28, 2025, via Signal Records/Columbia, “Automatic” arrived alongside a gripping official video that amps the track’s nocturnal vibe—dark visuals, quick cuts, and that unmistakable Chicago edge. The single quickly racked up streams, fueled by the #TurntUpNotBurntUp movement VonOff1700 was pushing at the time, blending independent grind with major-label backing. No features overload here—just two artists syncing up for a lean, mean two-and-a-half minutes that’s all substance and zero fluff. If you’re deep in the drill wave, this one’s been a staple for debates and replays ever since.
For VonOff1700, born Davon D. Meeks and rising fast from Chicago’s South Side, “Automatic” marked another notch in a breakout run that turned viral freestyles into mainstream buzz. At just 22 now, he’s navigated beefs, losses, and the streets’ chaos while stacking consistent heat—tracks like this showcase his evolution from raw freestyler to polished menace. Pairing with JillaOff1500 adds that authentic synergy, reflecting the collaborative spirit that’s keeping drill alive amid shifting tides. In a discography full of anthems that hit the charts and the blogs, it stands out for its no-holds-barred energy, proving Von’s pen stays sharp and his hunger unmatched.
What lingers is the track’s unflinching realness—lines paying tribute while promising smoke, turning personal pain into universal drill lore. A year on, “Automatic” still bangs in playlists, a testament to how VonOff1700 captures the scene’s essence without compromise.
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