(Eva Shaw on the DAW)

I don't want no static

Whippin' in the Jag with a bag and a bad bitch

How 'bout you?

I been living lavish

Came up out the borough streets, turned me into a savage

****, how 'bout you?

I just want a Patek

Ride the beat to life and then I'll put it in the casket

How 'bout you?

How 'bout?

My ****, how 'bout you?

I cannot fold on my bros, I'ma ride out (Ride out)

We don't switch sides, we just slide, bring the fire out (Fire out)

Hop out with another with my brother, show what I'm 'bout (What I'm 'bout)

We out 'til the sun up with the gun up, we don't play 'round (We don't play around)

I be on my shit, tell me, how 'bout you?

Tell me what you really want, hittas come right through

(Hittas come right through)

Hittas come right through (Hittas come right through)

Uh-uh, hittas come right through (Hittas come right through)

I got a hitta, he gon' shoot, he stayin' right beside me

If I say shoot, then he gon' shoot, we hittin' everybody

They left me lone like I'm a book on the shelf

If he ain't hit 'em up, then I just do it myself (Then I just do it myself)

I don't want no static

Whippin' in the Jag with a bag and a bad bitch

How 'bout you?

I been living lavish

Came up out the borough streets, turned me into a savage

****, how 'bout you?

I just want a Patek

Ride the beat to life and then I'll put it in the casket

How 'bout you?

How 'bout?

My ****, how 'bout you? (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Yeah, I came up from the boroughs with my **** gangbangin'

Straight slimy-ass, dirty-ass ****

Shawties, they be lookin' like my wallet, gettin' thicker (Yeah)

Sign this NDA before you go and take a picture (Sign that)

I just turned twenty-one, but I ain't fuckin' with no liquor (No)

Only time I'm in the club to fuck a bag up with my ****

My ****, my slimes, always slide for my ****

I'll ride, I'd slide, I'd die for my ****, yeah (Hey)

But I don't want no static

Whippin' in the Jag with a bag and a bad bitch

How 'bout you?

I been living lavish

Came up out the borough streets, turned me into a savage

****, how 'bout you?

And I don't want no static

Whippin' in the Jag with a bag and a bad bitch

How 'bout you?

I been living lavish

Came up out the borough streets, turned me into a savage

****, how 'bout you?

I just want a Patek

Ride the beat to life and then I'll put it in the casket

How 'bout you?

How 'bout?

My ****, how 'bout you?

(But I don't want no static, baby)

(But I don't want no static, baby)

My ****, how 'bout you?