No Static

You niggas don’t want no static You niggas don’t want smoke You niggas don’t want no static You niggas don’t want smoke You niggas don’t want no static ya You niggas don’t want smoke You niggas don’t want no static You niggas don’t want smoke I’m just chillin wit my brothers and we lookin for smoke And You niggas run scared ya you niggas is broke And I know your bitch, she love the way my neck froze And I know your bitch, she love the way that im on She led a young rich nigga on And I can’t forget how I got on love my fans and my haters too Really the ones I gotta give thanks to ya ya Aye Pass to my bro he the one that put me on aye Got me into rappin ever since I been gone aye Kept a 100 wit a nigga And I kept it eight more than ninety two wit a nigga ya You niggas don’t want no static You niggas don’t want smoke You niggas don’t want no static You niggas don’t want smoke You niggas don’t want no static ya You niggas don’t want smoke You niggas don’t want no static You niggas don’t want smoke You niggas don’t want no static We pull up 50 round automatic Drop to the floor a nigga been had it You niggas pushed em to the edge now he blastin Bullets in the air He really don’t give a f*ck he don’t care Just a black man in a white world it is not fair Just a young nigga from the hood tryna get outta here