Static lyrics

[Intro]
Beatboy taught me


[Chorus - 1TakeJay]
Wait hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
Ay b*tch I'm back at it like a crack addict (Like a crack addict)
We brought them sticks in the party if you want static (Ooh)
Ay I'm running up them digits like it's mathematics
Ay b*tch I'm in my bag call that backpackin' (Call that backpackin')
Ay b*tch I'm back at it like a crack addict (Like a crack addict)
We brought them sticks in the party if you want static (Ooh)
Ay I'm running up them digits like it's mathematics (Like it's mathematics)
Ay b*tch I'm in my bag call that backpackin'

[Verse 1 - Rich Espy]
Walk in the party with the stick
Your b*tch pulling on my di*k
I could smell the Molly on her lips
[?] whippin' in the six
[?] still whippin' up a brick
1Take f*cking with the crips
West side money get the bag
Now [?] f*ckin' with [?]
I was in the foreign with the new paper tag
Say you was born I'ma give her that crack
Give her that dope di*k [?] from the back
My baby momma [?] still stashed
b*tch I went to jail and came back
Put her whole [?] in the bag
[?] in the party [?]
Make an n*gga dance when I shoot
Lookin like [?] the juice
[?] when I'm [?]
[Chorus - 1TakeJay]
Wait hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
Ay b*tch I'm back at it like a crack addict (Like a crack addict)
We brought them sticks in the party if you want static (Ooh)
Ay I'm running up them digits like it's mathematics
Ay b*tch I'm in my bag call that backpackin' (Call that backpackin')
Ay b*tch I'm back at it like a crack addict (Like a crack addict)
We brought them sticks in the party if you want static (Ooh)
Ay I'm running up them digits like it's mathematics (Like it's mathematics)
Ay b*tch I'm in my bag call that backpackin'

[Verse 2 - Rich Sheen]
Back in my day I used to sell work to the crack addicts
Sixteen make it flip like a gymnastic
Fell off, bounced back, now we back at it
West side n*gga you could tell by my fashion
Mix the Henny [?] champagne
f*ck a lot of these b*tches off my name
Got passed security with the pistol
Shoot her in the cut he ain't turnt off no liquor
Drip down head to toe
If the b*tches ain't f*cking then the b*tches gotta go
We gone pick up the phone and call some more
Ay 1Take won't you call some of the groupie hoes
Got more game than all you n*ggas
We got more money than all you n*ggas
She say she fell in love with a west side n*gga
[Outro - 1TakeJay]
Wait hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up