Static (feat. QMG Guapo)

I'm ballin hard just like a maverick No I ain't average I gotta keep a pistol on me I'm ballin hard just like a maverick No I ain't average I gotta keep a pistol on me For all the static I need me a lil' bad bitch Cause I'm a savage And if you're flexin' on the gang It's gon' end up tragic And so I'll pull up with that stick Cause it's automatic Blow his brains out Left his homie so traumatic And I just pulled up on your bitch And made a cinematic You ain't getting no money That chum change on the gram Why you acting And you won't catch me in no cop car Heartbreak soldier, but I'm still a rockstar You was giving attitude, so I gave a love scar I like taking off in the space coupe, this is not a streetcar Shawty where you at What's the word I don't like to fight but I swear you get on me nerves I had to kick you to the curb So do your worst You grabbed my heart And then you threw it in a hurst Push the hemi on the freeway If life is a race Then I'm winning ain't no relay They studying my moves It's on replay I'm on Cobra Kai time, bow down to your sensei Cash overflowing Time overloading I'm overdosing Drugs are thrills Roller coasting I'm ballin hard just like a maverick No I ain't average I gotta keep a pistol on me For all the static I need me a lil' bad bitch Cause I'm a savage And if you're flexin' on the gang It's gon' end up tragic And so I'll pull up with that stick Cause it's automatic Blow his brains out Left his homie so traumatic And I just pulled up on your bitch And made a cinematic You ain't getting no money That chum change on the gram Why you acting Bitches only want You when you buy The Gucci Prada Every hoe the same They get that bullshit from they momma Free my nigga Nicky out that jammer He been locked up Swear when you get home We gon be swerving wit no top down All about a bag No time to play Cause I get guap now F*ck the opposition Say y'all winning Can you stop now U got ur opinion We still spinning We can't stop now And lil momma bad Don't want no hotels Tryna f*ck now I come from the Land Where you get sticked up Better run fast Pull up in that Benz Spray that bitch down Bro who you fooling (wait) Love loud music And really drive fast cars Make in influence (yea) Don't f*ck wit, molly, pills, But really drink wak-hard Shit be all trippie (wait) And I gotta make it Cause young nigga Really from the trenches Tote big Glocks In phantom Yeah we tryna live this shit Quick money boys, 3 ever Don't put them in mentions Shit Spin the block And I promise them niggas Ain't ever spin again I'm ballin hard just like a maverick No I ain't average I gotta keep a pistol on me For all the static I need me a lil' bad bitch Cause I'm a savage And if you're flexin' on the gang It's gon' end up tragic And so I'll pull up with that stick Cause it's automatic Blow his brains out Left his homie so traumatic And I just pulled up on your bitch And made a cinematic You ain't getting no money That chum change on the gram Why you acting