Static - BigKayBeezy

Yeah, yeah, whoa, ayy, yo, ayy-ayy These hoes gon' flock like they used to (ayy, ayy) I don't even smile 'cause I'm used to it (ayy, whoa) Purple, ain't no drought, nigga who knew? (Ayy, whoa) I don't tell these hoes nothing 'bout you (ayy, whoa) You could hit the road, you could pout too (ayy, whoa) Tell me what you heard, I don't doubt you (ayy, whoa) Tell me what you heard, I don't doubt you (ooh, whoa) Dirty money, sippin' Wock', what is new? (Ayy, whoa) Lie again, say I quit just for you (ayy, whoa) Stomach hurtin', I been splurtin' just for you (ayy, whoa) Invite all these people in just for you (ayy, whoa) Bitches and that money, they gon' hula-hoop (ayy, whoa) How you acting funny in a drama movie? (Ayy, whoa) You say you a god, who you running to? (Ayy, whoa) Look me in my eyes, I'm the son of who? (Ayy, whoa) These hoes gon' flock like they used to (ayy, whoa) Purple gon' drop, nigga, what's new? (Ayy, whoa) Yell in my ear, I'm like, "Who you?" (Ayy, whoa) I take two Perkies then I move through (ayy, whoa) Baby, I'm just gone in the wind now (ayy, whoa) High tech, I don't need a friend now (ayy, whoa) Sex, money, drugs, what I live by (ayy, whoa) I need more of the Perkies, not a friend now (ayy, whoa) Dirty money, sippin' Wock', what is new? (Ayy, whoa) Lie again, say I quit just for you (ayy, whoa) Lie again, say I quit just for you

I feel the clouds coming on Shadows fall while feathers rain outside these walls The strangest dusk that's like a buzz hit my eyes Another day of stolen time, the sun is gone I'm blanking out Oh, oh, oh, oh I'm blanking out Oh, oh, oh, oh I feel the life in this space I breathe an easy breath, I see your face Where broken pieces find a home, the pain subsides And for a moment, I'm suspended in this place I'm blanking out Oh, oh, oh, oh I'm blanking out Oh, oh, oh, oh The static inside of my head is breaking out Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh In my mind's eye It's somewhere in my mind's eye In my mind's eye Oh, in my mind's eye I'm blanking out Oh, oh, oh, oh I'm blanking out Oh, oh, oh, oh The static inside of my head is breaking out Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh I'm blanking out I'm blanking out I'm blanking out I'm blanking out I'm blanking out I'm blanking out

I don't got a pencil or pen in this bookbag Added like ten to the clip 'cause it look bad Don't give a fuck if you pissed, nigga, get mad All you can bitch and get killed with your bitch ass Lil' bro got blood on his shirt with his Crip ass Go write a diss and get murked, don't do shit ass Bitch, I'm a star, I might burst with my stiff ass Hop out the car like, "Who want it? Who with that?" I don't know nothin', I was gone when they did that Bandana wrapped where my chrome and my wig at If he want beef, hit his home with a Big Mac Niggas be breaking the code like a Kit-Kat Runnin' your mouth like a ho get you bitch-slapped Actin' too tough get your bitch wrapped up I can make four blunts out a bitch like, "Huh?" I'm rollin' Backwoods, what the fuck is a dutch? And my coupe automatic like, "fuck is a clutch?" And you still rocking PacSun, boy, you a bum Could've bought a new gun, what I spent on my charm I get cheese by the pound, this is not Parmesan I'm smoking broccoli, countin' up lettuce In love with the Glocky, think I got a fetish Kush in my pocket, this shit hella smelly Little Caesars my Glock, keep that bitch hot and ready Finna be summer, go pull out the shirts And go pull out the shovels and water the dirt Niggas been so-called lookin' for me 'Fore I hide from a nigga, I'm poppin' him first If you my bitch, then you gotta be pretty and with it Like, "Bae, put the Glock in your purse" Fuck up your life like some crack or a curse Got a bitch with a pipe in the back of the vert Thinking shit sweet could turn matters to worse Go from Cadillac trucks to a Cadillac hearse Act like you poppin', get popped like a Perc' Front like he got it, we rob him, that's merch Go through his wallet and all of his merch Fuck what you call it, I call it some work And I'm constantly balling like Caris LeVert I ain't fuckin' her raw even off of this Perc' Catch him in traffic, go ape and gorilla Pull up, we scorin' like Damian Lillard He said, "he ain't mean it", well, ain't he a killer? This clip make him dance like he makin' a Triller Love it so much, he just makin' it realer Was tough on the 'net, now his face in a Swisher Lil' bro a quarterback, keep throwin' bullets Hot shit in his stomach, start bakin' his liver All of my lil' niggas earthquake gang 'Cause they tryna make somethin' shake off a jigga I'm from up north, droppin' rakes with the hitter Ten licks in the field like we play for the Steelers Back in the day, I'd snooze off the drank Double cup with the gang, drop an eight in a pitcher Come on the block and we passed her around Heard you lovin' that ho and you faithfully kissin' They know my shit ringin' all through the city They speak on my name, but that's only assumptions I go by Capalot I used to post up at West off the X, lookin' ugly or somethin' Roll with some real ones, free lil' Jo and Wooski 'Cause, bitch, niggas know how my brothers was comin' Ball like I'm Ed and I'm shootin' like lil' Bid And I'm just gon' do it like Dirk when I'm stuntin' I told my shorties to empty them clips They said, "Big bro, we ain't suit up for nothin'" Shots from this pump, like lil' Ricky, he runnin' Uh, blow this four-oh like a trumpet It ain't no question my lil' bro a dog He gon' leave shit on the floor when he dumpin' Might make the news or somethin' for thinkin' shit sweet Caught a shot to the face, now he skunkin' I don't got a pencil or pen in this bookbag Added like ten to the clip 'cause it look bad Don't give a fuck if you pissed, nigga, get mad All you can bitch and get killed with your bitch ass Lil' bro got blood on his shirt with his Crip ass Go write a diss and get murked, don't do shit ass Bitch, I'm a star, I might burst with my stiff ass Hop out the car like, "Who want it? Who with that?" I don't know nothin', I was gone when they did that Bandana wrapped where my chrome and my wig at If he want beef, hit his home with a Big Mac Niggas be breaking the code like a Kit-Kat Runnin' your mouth like a ho get you bitch-slapped