STATIK

Yuh
Aye, ooh
Yuh
This is prolly like my hundredth time recording this shit
(Taro shit bitch)
It just never
(Come to your city bring that shit to havoc)
Never fucking works out bruh
I swear to God
Aye
Keep my name out your mouth unless you want the static
I come to your city bring that shit to havoc
You eyeing my chain well lil bitch you can’t have it
I’m gone run your shit disappear like some (Magic) (Magic)
Put you in a pen so you better not try me
This ain’t no pen pal lil' ho do not write me
I get the bag and I’m running
I got Finn and Jake on my case 'cause they think I’m the Ice King
Shoot that boy eye out call him Mike Wazowski
See all my racks and now you b all like wow-ski
Imma just stack and stack up all my paper
My wallet so fat thse niggas think I’m Rowley