STATIC SHOCK #2001 (feat. Sushi Kardashian & Kuma)

Niggas don't want the war
I am a dinosaur
You're a herbivore
You know not what's in store Window shopping ass nigga
Claiming you be mobbin' ass nigga
With some real killer ass niggas
But all yall do is post guns and just take pictures
That shit is funny b
Claiming that you get this money b
Claiming that yo bag be tumbling
Niggas be faker than Sunny D
All on my ebony D
Love stress relief
I cannot even rest once a week
It's always some crackas disturbing the peace
Boy watch yo back when you out in them trenches
If them goons don't get ya
Them red and blue piglets
You trust in God
I'ma trust my ammution
And we'll see who first to go pay him a visit, bitch

They sayin stop the violence in the streets
I understand that you gotta eat
But it's different ways of getting paid, like

Back to our regularly scheduled
She give me that intellectual
Hope you think this conceptual
Hell nah, this real how it be
Ain't tryna sugar coat shit in these streets
Claiming he coffee grinds, that sweet
Nigga be on the grind eight times a week
Tryna make sure fam eat
While evading police
And got nowhere to sleep so these niggas be creepin
TLC ima leave you leaking Chopper rain on him like waterfalls
Fuck with me boy and you gonna Fall
I'm the autumn weatherman These piggies hunting for melanin
Make swiss cheese outta they residence
Chopper spitting speech impediment
You know I'm the shit
Just like J.Cole music
J.Cole a monkey nigger
Madagascar he like to move it
If I catch J.Cole in public, bet I leave him screaming
I catch Eminem in public, introduce to a demon
Don't call my phone, leave me lone
I'm not interest like good loans
Niggas dickless like my clone
Walking round dicks out in yo home
Man this verse going too long
Gotta get others on this song
I guess this my Fiivo moment
Whoever go next, better go in

I don't get no pussy nigga, I don't have a bitch
On my ass cause I'm flirting with her sis
Only got caught cause her brother is a bitch
Acted like a hoe so I spitted on his kicks
Pull up to the mall had to punch him in his shit
Yea I do it all, Casper children on my wrist
I am who I am and I do what I want
The highest in the room don't need a blunt
These niggas pussy its that time of the month
A whole lotta red gushing from cunts
It's a whole lotta red gushing from cunts



Credits
Writer(s): Jjk Fam
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