Static
You can't find me in traffic
I'm in the hood with a goon living lavish, hoe
Better get to a bag quick
Run up a check I be making it happen, woah
When it comes to the static he don't want smoke
It could get tragic leave it alone
Stay with a bad bitch ready to go
'Cause I'm making these classics ready to blow, already know
Who came from the bottom, robbed them
Stacking more dollars than all my teachers
And you niggas be sorry, jocking, watching
Eating off me like leeches
If I'm keeping it on me, arming
Niggas be plotting I can't be deceasing
They know I'm the hardest artist overcharging
Two bands for a feature
So don't even hit up my line if you ain't about a bag
Then I can't hang around you
And you better not fuck up my dime I ain't falling off
And you niggas is bound to
I'm paying these no mind ya'll saying the most
Like who really crowned you
They really ain't ready to fight I'm dropping one
Double back when it's round two
You can't find me in traffic
I'm in the hood with a goon living lavish, hoe
Better get to a bag quick
Run up a check I be making it happen, woah
When it comes to the static he don't want smoke
It could get tragic leave it alone
Stay with a bad bitch ready to go
'Cause I'm making these classics ready to blow, already know
Straight off the rip
Need no introduction we wild and bugging
My niggas been known to trip
Quit flexing them hunnids you ain't really bussin'
We thumbing get dough off a flip
Ain't coming for more off a lick
If you count up the score and we down by like four
Then my partna 'gon call me back and let me know 'cause
I be in the bay, give me like twenty hunnids in a day
Thinking fuck what you say, know we got vests for feds
When we running for checks and plays when I'm in L.A
Keep a crew I can't trust nobody
In the news we ain't in the lobby
I don't lose I just keep from falling
Double dribble you 'gon keep from balling
You can't find me in traffic
I'm in the hood with a goon living lavish, hoe
Better get to a bag quick
Run up a check I be making it happen, woah
When it comes to the static he don't want smoke
It could get tragic leave it alone
Stay with a bad bitch ready to go
'Cause I'm making these classics ready to blow, already know
I'm in the hood with a goon living lavish, hoe
Better get to a bag quick
Run up a check I be making it happen, woah
When it comes to the static he don't want smoke
It could get tragic leave it alone
Stay with a bad bitch ready to go
'Cause I'm making these classics ready to blow, already know
Who came from the bottom, robbed them
Stacking more dollars than all my teachers
And you niggas be sorry, jocking, watching
Eating off me like leeches
If I'm keeping it on me, arming
Niggas be plotting I can't be deceasing
They know I'm the hardest artist overcharging
Two bands for a feature
So don't even hit up my line if you ain't about a bag
Then I can't hang around you
And you better not fuck up my dime I ain't falling off
And you niggas is bound to
I'm paying these no mind ya'll saying the most
Like who really crowned you
They really ain't ready to fight I'm dropping one
Double back when it's round two
You can't find me in traffic
I'm in the hood with a goon living lavish, hoe
Better get to a bag quick
Run up a check I be making it happen, woah
When it comes to the static he don't want smoke
It could get tragic leave it alone
Stay with a bad bitch ready to go
'Cause I'm making these classics ready to blow, already know
Straight off the rip
Need no introduction we wild and bugging
My niggas been known to trip
Quit flexing them hunnids you ain't really bussin'
We thumbing get dough off a flip
Ain't coming for more off a lick
If you count up the score and we down by like four
Then my partna 'gon call me back and let me know 'cause
I be in the bay, give me like twenty hunnids in a day
Thinking fuck what you say, know we got vests for feds
When we running for checks and plays when I'm in L.A
Keep a crew I can't trust nobody
In the news we ain't in the lobby
I don't lose I just keep from falling
Double dribble you 'gon keep from balling
You can't find me in traffic
I'm in the hood with a goon living lavish, hoe
Better get to a bag quick
Run up a check I be making it happen, woah
When it comes to the static he don't want smoke
It could get tragic leave it alone
Stay with a bad bitch ready to go
'Cause I'm making these classics ready to blow, already know
Credits
Writer(s): Yoel Gebrehiwot
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