Static

Drop a song Where you been? Drop a bomb I ain't seen you in a minute I been (?) I'm so fly I ain't even need a flight atendent Same goals, same bros, different hoes come and go But I ain't trippin' Clothes with (?) (?) Niggas winning Know they they thought they copy me I'm sick of all this style mimic I been killin' (?) Stealing pins Tryna make the scale infinite I can feel it Fuck your feet Fuck your feelings On a track I'm with the runnin' Fuck your beef Y'all some chickens roll on me I swear your bag is warm gunnin' Yeah woth the rag Trad'em dunnin' in a siver level (?) like I'm playing tennis Top three out a ten Still got seven (?) I'm bet'em (?) I been working under ever since begging And I've been living life a show now Chick ain't from the west end But a cowgirl when she go down If you want a problem We can throw down Like a showdown Slow down in the (?) seat Speak dope like it's more C (?) to the fear for feet It's what you givin' If you want it lil boy Was down for a minute But music has everything I live for