Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Static, artist - Quin Nfn. Album song QUINCHO, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 26.03.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: TenThousand Projects
Song language: English
Static |
| Holla |
| Gang (pow, pow, pow, pow) |
| Pow, yo |
| Ay, ay, we gon' lay 'em down (fa, fa, fa) |
| Down with this bitch |
| Uh, gang |
| I just want some now, want some face, I want some static |
| I’m in the hood with the Glock on me |
| 'Cause I got a whole lot of knots on me |
| Shout like a copper, we not police |
| If you play make 'em dip like nacho cheese |
| Why’d you cut, you not gon' squeeze that tub |
| It get hit with this macho bean |
| I’ll throw him no in, it is not your team |
| Even we got more shares than a taco scheme |
| I put a stick and a glizzy on me |
| I’m walkin' 'round with a barrell |
| Ay, I blew like twenty of your sacks niggas |
| Got a bag with them packs off (I was trippin') |
| We know that nigga ain’t know that shit |
| But he be rappin' his ass off |
| Takin' it for a song, bag talk |
| Rockets all in my home, blast off |
| Got a whole lot of shit to complain about |
| But still niggas get through the situation |
| You better ask what we do to niggas |
| Have a nigga hold street, an investigation |
| You know I ain’t Wayne and I’m from the slum |
| But I got a whole lot of dedication |
| Nigga play with that gang, get hit with this gun |
| We pop this bitch, get us some medication |
| Only my momma a gangster, nigga |
| I went and bought her a G-Wagon |
| I’m walkin' around with like thirty bands |
| And all twenties that’s what got my jeans saggin' |
| Run around town, while I got my partner’s clutch |
| 'Cause the choppers you playin' with bring steady |
| I’m sippin' drank, doesn’t mean Henney |
| Slide done hit me, his nigga, his team vanish |
| If he from the slide then I’m from the slide |
| 'Cause I’m tryna ride that’s just how I be |
| Our best niggas die 'cause bro got their fire |
| Pull over the line and give 'em a crease |
| He tryna advise but we got them Glocks |
| Pull up and just fight now, he’s tryna leave |
| I came out the mud now I’m on the plane |
| Flyin' out bitches and flyin' out P’s |
| I’m in the hood with the Glock on me |
| 'Cause I got a whole lot of knots on me |
| Shout like a copper, we not police |
| If you play make 'em dip like nacho cheese |
| Why’d you cut, you not gon' squeeze that tub |
| It get hit with this macho bean |
| I’ll throw him no in, it is not your team |
| Even we got more shares than a taco scheme |
| I put a stick and a glizzy on me |
| I’m walkin' 'round with a barrell |
| Ay, I blew like twenty of your sacks niggas |
| Got a bag with them packs off (I was trippin') |
| We know that nigga ain’t know that shit |
| But he be rappin' his ass off |
| Takin' it for a song, bag talk |
| Rockets all in my home, blast off |
| Hold on (gang) hold on, ay ay |
| I’m walkin' around, we just static, uh |
| Play 'round with us, I feel like bein' a double |
| 'Cause we tryna play some, uh |
| Ay, ay pull up a crackin' bitch nigga, feels like Reese |
| Uh, run 'round now, I’ma hit |
| Throwin' a stove and he ain’t whippin' grease |
| Run 'round town with a part of the van |
| Uh, ignoring the G, uh play 'round with us |
| Uh, run 'round town we static, uh okay, uh |
| Uh, uh, what you tryna get on him, hey |
| Uh, play 'round with us and we hit |
| Uh, run around town, we static, uh |