S t a t i c

Uh, he don't want static
Bust-down on my wrist, Patek
Your bitch on my dick, savage
AR buck rounds quick, automatic

Aye, he don't want static
Bust-down on my wrist, Patek
Your bitch on my dick, savage
AR buck rounds quick, automatic
Aye
All of that talkin, it silence ya quick
All of that stalkin, I'm eying your bitch
Banana turn melon to pudding off rip

Lil bitch, be careful what you toke, you get poked but it won't make you cum faster
Oh you niggas want smoke, get smoked til the pump cause lung cancer
No asthma, huh
Turn a grown man to Casper, huh
He don't want war, want a pastor yuh
He don't want war, need a pastor yuh
Aye
I ain't no street cat, nah nigga, I'm a general dressed in deep black
Bad luck don't speak to the beat slap
Address like a mailman that just got his teeth snatched
Believe in all except God cuz you know he don't speak rat
Believe in armies that cook fast like microwaves when the heat clap
Aye

E back
I guess E back

E$UZ back in this bitch
2RVRE back in this bitch
On ya knee like Kaepernick, bitch

You know what the fuck is up nigga
617, 317, 731

Yuh, Yuh

Uh, he don't want static
Bust-down on my wrist, Patek
Your bitch on my dick, savage
AR buck rounds quick, automatic

Aye, he don't want static
Bust-down on my wrist, Patek
Your bitch on my dick, savage
AR buck rounds quick, automatic

Aye
Get the fuck up out my way
They don't want no action, they be cappin for the pay
Aye
Get the fuck up out my face
Semi-automatic, it's gon send them to they grave
Aye
Get the fuck up out my way
They don't want no action, they be cappin for the pay
Aye
Get the fuck up out my face
Semi-automatic, it's gon send them to they grave

Uh, he don't want static
Bust-down on my wrist, Patek
Your bitch on my dick, savage
AR buck rounds quick, automatic

Aye, he don't want static
Bust-down on my wrist, Patek
Your bitch on my dick, savage
AR buck rounds quick, automatic

AR buck rounds quick, automatic



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Writer(s): Eric Pina
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