CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : No Static
You not 'bout no static (pu**y), take off his Rolex or Patek (pull up and snatch it)
He not a savage, never tote an automatic (you never strappin')
Catch him in traffic (brrt), he better pray I don't have it (baow)
Don't play with the cabbage, touch you, you know what's gon' happen
I'm with the trappers and bosses, we ain't into takin' losses
Gettin' to it on the porch, 12 comin', gotta toss it
You ain't gang, n***a move around
You just hang with the shooters now
Man I been totin' glizzys, been wild since a juvenile
Big forty with extendo, stick bend him like limbo
Red beam out the window, make your car do an indo
He got hit with his b*t*h, I move a milly with the grip
My shooters with me never slip, my shooters with me never miss
Saint Pablo when I drip, or I'm dipped in Givenchy
On the road it was risky, came home, counted fifty
They call me Flee, we in a V, and all of my n***as tote glizzys
Yeezy my feet, mike [?], in a vintage Saint Laurent tee
I go to LV, they see the VV's, and all the b*t*hes they be on fleek
B*t*h I'm a G, I pull up and squeeze, 'cause you know I keep it on me
You not 'bout no static (pu**y), take off his Rolex or Patek (pull up and snatch it)
He not a savage, never tote an automatic (you never strappin')
Catch him in traffic (brrt), he better pray I don't have it (baow)
Don't play with the cabbage, touch you, you know what's gon' happen
Pull up and hop out of wagons, huh
These n***as don't want no static, huh
These n***as silver [?]
Think he a soldier, put a cap in his cap
It's a new era, why these n***as still cappin'
I ain't jokin', why you laughin'?
Snatch his choker out and gag him
N***a we takin' the cabbage
No time for distraction, I'm countin' them racks, with PJ in a PJ
He got a Patek, all of my n***as hungry and now it's lookin' like a feast day
Trappin' and scam, jugg and finesse, gotta get it more than three ways
Heard he a dub, cheese on his head, got him hidin' out in Green Bay
With the raids on the E-way, watch a n***a do the speed race
Me and fake n***as don't relate, I'm tryna run it up like a relay
Send it to you like eBay, come quicker on a weekday
Time is money like a prepaid, b*t*h I'm in the trap, I don't sleep late
You don't want no static
You not 'bout no static (pu**y), take off his Rolex or Patek (pull up and snatch it)
He not a savage, never tote an automatic (you never strappin')
Catch him in traffic (brrt), he better pray I don't have it (baow)
Don't play with the cabbage, touch you, you know what's gon' happen
He not a savage, never tote an automatic (you never strappin')
Catch him in traffic (brrt), he better pray I don't have it (baow)
Don't play with the cabbage, touch you, you know what's gon' happen
I'm with the trappers and bosses, we ain't into takin' losses
Gettin' to it on the porch, 12 comin', gotta toss it
You ain't gang, n***a move around
You just hang with the shooters now
Man I been totin' glizzys, been wild since a juvenile
Big forty with extendo, stick bend him like limbo
Red beam out the window, make your car do an indo
He got hit with his b*t*h, I move a milly with the grip
My shooters with me never slip, my shooters with me never miss
Saint Pablo when I drip, or I'm dipped in Givenchy
On the road it was risky, came home, counted fifty
They call me Flee, we in a V, and all of my n***as tote glizzys
Yeezy my feet, mike [?], in a vintage Saint Laurent tee
I go to LV, they see the VV's, and all the b*t*hes they be on fleek
B*t*h I'm a G, I pull up and squeeze, 'cause you know I keep it on me
You not 'bout no static (pu**y), take off his Rolex or Patek (pull up and snatch it)
He not a savage, never tote an automatic (you never strappin')
Catch him in traffic (brrt), he better pray I don't have it (baow)
Don't play with the cabbage, touch you, you know what's gon' happen
Pull up and hop out of wagons, huh
These n***as don't want no static, huh
These n***as silver [?]
Think he a soldier, put a cap in his cap
It's a new era, why these n***as still cappin'
I ain't jokin', why you laughin'?
Snatch his choker out and gag him
N***a we takin' the cabbage
No time for distraction, I'm countin' them racks, with PJ in a PJ
He got a Patek, all of my n***as hungry and now it's lookin' like a feast day
Trappin' and scam, jugg and finesse, gotta get it more than three ways
Heard he a dub, cheese on his head, got him hidin' out in Green Bay
With the raids on the E-way, watch a n***a do the speed race
Me and fake n***as don't relate, I'm tryna run it up like a relay
Send it to you like eBay, come quicker on a weekday
Time is money like a prepaid, b*t*h I'm in the trap, I don't sleep late
You don't want no static
You not 'bout no static (pu**y), take off his Rolex or Patek (pull up and snatch it)
He not a savage, never tote an automatic (you never strappin')
Catch him in traffic (brrt), he better pray I don't have it (baow)
Don't play with the cabbage, touch you, you know what's gon' happen
