(jordan you did it again)
I’m ballin hard just like a maverick
No i ain’t average
I gotta keep a pistol on me
(chorus)
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 b#tch
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 b#tch
And made a cinematic
You ain’t getting now 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
Its on replay
I’m on cobra kai time
Bow down to your sensei
(bridge)
Cash overflowing
Time overloading
I’m overdosing
Drugs are thrills
Roller coasting
(chorus)
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 b#tch
Cause i’m a savage
And if you’re flex in’ 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 b#tch
And made a cinematic
You ain’t getting now money
That chum change on the gram
Why you acting
(qmg guapo’s verse)
b#tches only want you when you buy the gucci, prada
Every hoe the same, they get that b#llsh#t from they momma
Free my n#gg# nicky out that jammer, he been locked up
I swear when you get home, we gon be swerving wit no top down
All about a bag, no i can’t 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
Can you 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 b#tch 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 wok-hardt
sh#t be all trippy (wait)
And i gotta make it, cause young n#gg#
Really from the trenches
Tote big glocks, in a phantom
We tryna live this sh#t
Quick money boys, 3 ever
Don’t put them in mentions sh#t
Spin the block, and i promise them n#gg#s
Ain’t ever spin again
(chorus)
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 b#tch
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 b#tch
And made a cinematic
You ain’t getting now money
That chum change on the gram
Why you acting
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Kasire Lyrics – Static