Static Shock lyrics

[Intro]
Cool
Wreaking havoc
Druggie addict, uh
I said

[Chorus]
Wreaking havoc
Making songs that go platinum
Off the percs, a druggie addict
At least four pistols around me at all times
I'm a semi addict (Uh)
The way I finger f*ck that .30, they thought that sh*t was an automatic (Uh)
They don't want no static (Uh)
But I put the static in static shock
He ain't coming right, get shot in the face and I leave before the body drops
I'm in the party off of a couple of beans, I love the molly pop
Uh, shoot the party up then drive off in the sunset
That's some beautiful sh*t

[Verse 1]
Put the codeine on the rocks
If you reach for my chain you get hit with the Glock
Working all day all night n*gga non-stop
Pull up with the fall eyes, can't see none
I ain't paying for pus*y, b*tch is you dumb?
But while you here you should work for us
I promise you that you gon have that Birkin bag in a month
I told you n*ggas I'd be on top
You doubted me and I said, "Just watch"
Now I got clout, I'm on the clouds
Smoking on loud, getting the guap
And perky me down, bad b*tch wanna twerk me down
Asking me if my girl around
Tryna get me caught

[Chorus]
Wreaking havoc
Making songs that go platinum
Off the percs, a druggie addict
At least four pistols around me at all times
I'm a semi addict (Uh)
The way I finger f*ck that .30, they thought that sh*t was an automatic (Uh)
They don't want no static (Uh)
But I put the static in static shock
He ain't coming right, get shot in the face and I leave before the body drops
I'm in the party off of a couple of beans, I love the molly pop
Uh, shoot the party up then drive off in the sunset
That's some beautiful sh*t (Uh-huh)
[Verse 2]
Brodie got it
Brodie up it, get to bustin' if it is a problem, uh
No discussion, I get money
You do not get nothing, uh
Run up on me then it's over, .40 on me bustin', ayy
I get sick of n*ggas daily, I need Robitussin, ayy
Ain't no fighting when I'm round here, ain't even no tusslin', ayy
I be flexing on these n*ggas don't even gotta move no muscle, ayy
I told you that .40 on me so no I ain't gonna tussle, ayy
I ball out like LeBron James in the 4th quarter, I triple-double, ayy
Talking that sh*t you get hit
Choppa make you jump like you double, ayy
Double that- Run up on me then I'm killing 'em
.40 on me I be drilling 'em
n*gga [?]
You talkin' that sh*t but I'm winning, I'm winning
I told you lil n*ggas I get it, I get it
I ball out like Kobe I'm swishin'
Ion give a f*ck about n*ggas or b*tches
Uh, uh
I just be in it off of the percs
I just be killing off of the percs
Everyday I ball out like Kobe, yeah, yeah, yeah
I'ma give 'em the work
Don't [?] hoes, I ain't going to church
Run up on me .40 on me, get merc'd
I'm finna turn to a whole different person when I take these xanax perc, uh
I need the medicine, feel like a doctor
Run up on me, you get hit with a choppa
n*ggas be acting, I think they need Oscars, yeah
All of my n*ggas is problems
Run up on me then I'm finna get bossin', yeah
[Chorus]
Wreaking havoc
Making songs that go platinum
Off the percs, a druggie addict
At least four pistols around me at all times
I'm a semi addict (Uh)
The way I finger f*ck that .30, they thought that sh*t was an automatic (Uh)
They don't want no static (Uh)
But I put the static in static shock
He ain't coming right, get shot in the face and I leave before the body drops
I'm in the party off of a couple of beans, I love the molly pop
Uh, shoot the party up then drive off in the sunset
That's some beautiful sh*t

[Verse 3]
You don't got these on
Choppa on me, you know it'll sing-song
If you want it then we got to come on
Boolin' at the top, top, top, top
Jumping to the top like hopscotch
I don't fight at all, I tote Glocks
I don't even gotta shoot, my bro pops
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah
n*gga came up, he done made it and sh*t
'Member skipping school, getting faded and sh*t
Talkin' bout one day I'm finna make it and sh*t
Well I made it, now I'm f*cking famous and sh*t
High as hell walkin' round, banging sh*t
In the studio's life changing and sh*t
Everything is changing, rearranging and sh*t
Came from nothing, now I'm on top
Platinum records already, I just started
sh*t be hitting me so fast, I don't know what happened
I can't even tell my friends that I made it rapping
I'm too busy, plus my phone went to sh*t
I shot up out nowhere, n*ggas hated but that's okay
I expected that, my momma told me anyway
That I gotta shine even on all the rainy days
I don't make all my songs to drop 'em, they throwaways
I told that lil b*tch to ride it, ride it like a slave
I told that lil b*tch she stuck with me like a slave
I went to go see my brother's grave
I remember when we would misbehave
Damn

[Chorus]
Wreaking havoc
Making songs that go platinum
Off the percs, a druggie addict
At least four pistols around me at all times
I'm a semi addict (Uh)
The way I finger f*ck that .30, they thought that sh*t was an automatic (Uh)
They don't want no static (Uh)
But I put the static in static shock
He ain't coming right, get shot in the face and I leave before the body drops
I'm in the party off of a couple of beans, I love the molly pop
Uh, shoot the party up then drive off in the sunset
That's some beautiful sh*t