Dookz, from the South - Static

Pull up to the party starting static
If they talking crazy let 'em have it
If we talking guns it's automatics
If we talking bitches, mine the baddest
Nothing average
We cut from different fabric
The homies say you pipsqueak
Doggy I'm a savage
Bitches made out of plastic
Blue faces in the package
Lowkey, I wouldn't tell you if I had it
I'm quiet cuz I'm active
You bitchin' cuz you lackin'
It wasn't always easy but I never missed a practice
I took a loss but never damage
Ten toes til' the casket
And let 'em know it's Dookz, From the South when they go asking
When they go asking
I pull up anywhere, I'm never lacking
You can ask your bitch what happened
Cuz I ain't really with that yappin
AYO
I used to ride with that Mickeys on my lap
17, couple bitches in the back
2012 when I started sippin' yak
Got the buzz cut, had to take them back
Homies where we at
AYO
In the place to be
Sox fitted on the mitt, Pro Club on the tee
Palm trees, bomb weed in the land of the G
California state of mind what it's gon' always be, uh
Pull up to the party starting static
If they talking crazy let 'em have it
If we talking guns, it's automatics
If we talking bitches, mine the baddest
Nothing average

Written by:
Javier Ramirez

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