static Lyrics

Pull up rivers blood less I gotta use the veil, I got punched in my shit, now I'm bleedin' from

My grills, The homie want the static best believe we

gonna drill I ain't gon fold, Tell me what the fuck have you been told

I'ma snatch your fuckin' gold from your motherfuckin neck

The fucka talkin' crazy, Best believe we

Gonna G-check, Finesse, Armed Robbery way I'm stippin' in

If eterna show up, Best believe there's gonna be some Deaths

I'm movin' too fast, 150 in the dash And I ain't pressin' on the gas

I ain't really messin' with these hoes, Cause if a bitch get in the mix

Then you know it's gonna be a fuckin' mess, I ain't never been loyal

But I'm loyal to the money, If you saw from my perspective way these bitches actin' funny

And it's saddening seeing my homies actin' dummy for a bitch

But If we ever got caught up, I know my homies we won't snitch

Homie want the static, I'm a manic, Pull up with a semi-automatic

Money is elastic like fantastic, Burning all these hoods, Cause I pull up with my dragon, Shootin at his ones got the motherfucker dancin', I'm blastin

Like my name was Jimmy Neutron, got the neutrons in my pocket

Got the Atoms in the rocket, All your homies talkin' shit, man, that shit was out of pocket

Now we causin' ruckus, hocus pocus how we make the fucker disappear

If I'm angry and I'm throwin' blows, don't come near

Cause you might, get hit with the blade got my shank, I might leave a stain, I might leave some fear

See my shawty bad she won't let you in,

I don't gotta worry about my bitch cause she knows what it us

Keep staring at my bitch, I'ma pull my knife out

Stab you in your shit, then I stab your fuckin' eyes out

Movin' too fast, 150 on the dash And I ain't even pressin' on the gas

I ain't really messin' with these hoes cause if a bitch get in the mix

Then you know it's gonna be a fuckin' mess

I ain't never been loyal, but I'm loyal to the money

Got these bitches actin' dummy, got my family actin' funny

Man this shit, it's gettin' ugly

Feel like I'm losin' my time, I'm losin' my mind

I'm losin' my patience i'll leave your ass brainless

if it means that I'm getting a check

We don't shoot below the neck, I think I need some rest

I'ma confess, to my sins, When I'm winnin' only time

is healin' I'm smoking on this zip, till I float up to the ceiling

Got a bald bitch she krillin, All my homies be dealin'

I'ma take em with me if I ever end up winnin

Pull up rivers blood less I gotta use the veil, I got punched in my shit, now I'm bleedin' from my grills

The homie want the static , best believe we gonna drill

I ain't gon' fold, tell me what the fuck have you been told

I'ma snatch your fuckin' gold from your motherfuckin' neck

The homie talkin crazy, best believe we gonna g-check, finesse