NO STATIC

He don't want smoke, huh
He don't want static, huh
Don't make me grip on the matic ay
We in this bitch, we causing this havoc
Also yo bitch a fanatic ay

Make u disappear like magic, huh
I might jack ya mans up in traffic
Don't care what u said, I still want u dead
Me and my Glock telepathic

Now I'm gettin guap, I'm countin these hunnids
I got my Glock make em get to runnin
I'm wit the gang u know how we comin
My chain gonna hang, nobody gon run it
Stop talkin my slang, you dumb lil yungin
I'm in the function boy that's what up I'm up in
I'm in the function i just brought my gun in aye
I'm with the guys we spun in aye

If you hear a shot, get to runnin
If bro sendin shots than u get to jumpin
These bitches talk hot, these bitches is buggin
But when i pull up they say nothin
Just get to duckin
All of these rappers stay suckin
They talk a lot, but they still aint buzzin
Kick in yo door (Pew pew pew) at yo cousins
I wanna kill til theres nothing



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Writer(s): Grave Eight
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