B4 - Static (feat. CEO JuanGotti)

B4
Too Much Static Going On
Fitzmade On the track Nigga

Nothing but STATIC In My City
Walking Round With Antennas
You Talking Static with No Weapons
Niggas Knowing you Pretending
How you Doing all That Talking
Niggas So Gangsta On the Book
Get In The Booth Record A Song
But In The Streets That Nigga Shook
How you Got Static But You Laid Up
You niggaz Trusting Hoes
Like they won't get you sprayed up
Keep That Glizzy by My Side
But I stay Prayed Up
Steady Adding Up Everything
Like a Human Calculator

Can't even Lie its Like
The Whole City At war
Best Believe if We Got Static
In the Lou We At Ya Door
Ain't no coming Side ways
On my Side Of Town
Niggas Don't Play That
Where I'm From
They'll Put you Down very Quickly
Switching gears In a SRT
You can call that Shifty
Bill 80 On the Dash
In traffic Moving Pretty swiftly
Switch it up Hop In That LTZ
Sticked Up Blowing Pressure
Windows 5 % So You Can't Even See
Inside
Watching Out for the Laws
Cuz you Know They Wanna Crash Us
Cuffed me up In front my Son
I swear I hate Them fucking bastards
Worst Of all
They was the same color as me
A Fat black ugly Motherfucker
The Other Look Like Raz B
Fuck The Pigs
They just wanna harass Us
They Don't want us To be Free
He Say I Hope You Got Some warrants
Nigga You Ain't Got Shit on me
Protected by My Angels
So i ain't worried bout a thing
You know they always got my back (Long Live Mir)
And that's on Everything

Nothing but STATIC In My City
Walking Round With Antennas
You Talking Static with No Weapons
Niggas Knowing you Pretending
How you Doing all That Talking
Niggas So Gangsta On the Book
Get In The Booth Record A Song
But In The Streets That Nigga Shook
How you Got Static But You Laid Up
You niggaz Trusting Hoes
Like they won't get you sprayed up
Keep That Glizzy by My Side
But I stay Prayed Up
Steady Adding Up Everything
Like a Human Calculator

A lotta shit been going
A lotta bodies been dropping
You better stay on all 10
I heard yo potna Been Plotting
I started rapping cuz
I got tired Of screaming free my lil potna
In my city it's a jungle
Ain't No Apes and Guerrillas
I'm talking slimes A bunch of snakes
With some poisonous Venom
Around my way Mean Mugs
Mean I'm tryna Get up with you
Don't stand to close I might Draw down
Just cuz my finger was itching
Young niggas don't shootout at gyms
They rather shootout on Blocks
Fuck a 9 to 5 he Rather go scrape out a pot
Tryna flood the whole Block
Pull up in a black drop
Tryna buck him a knot
Maybe flood him a watch
Fuck the ones who doubted
Cuz now they envy and they mad
Boy get off yo ass
Say fuck these hoes and chase a bag
Say fuck these hoes and chase a bag
Welcome to Backdoe City
This Shit really be getting Wicked

Nothing but STATIC In My City
Walking Round With Antennas
You Talking Static with No Weapons
Niggas Knowing you Pretending
How you Doing all That Talking
Niggas So Gangsta On the Book
Get In The Booth Record A Song
But In The Streets That Nigga Shook
How you Got Static But You Laid Up
You niggaz Trusting Hoes
Like they won't get you sprayed up
Keep That Glizzy by My Side
But I stay Prayed Up
Steady Adding Up Everything
Like a Human Calculator

Written by:
Brandon Parnell, Duane Patterson

Publisher:
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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