[Intro]
Cool
Wreaking havoc
Druggie addict, uh
I said

[Chorus]
Wreaking havoc
Making songs that go platinum
Off the percs, a druggie addict
At least four pistols around me at all times
I'm a semi addict (Uh)
The way I finger fuck that .30, they thought that shit was an automatic (Uh)
They don't want no static (Uh)
But I put the static in static shock
He ain't coming right, get shot in the face and I leave before the body drops
I'm in the party off of a couple of beans, I love the molly pop
Uh, shoot the party up then drive off in the sunset
That's some beautiful shit

[Verse 1]
Put the codeine on the rocks
If you reach for my chain you get hit with the Glock
Working all day all night n***a non-stop
Pull up with the fall eyes, can't see none
I ain't paying for pussy, bitch is you dumb?
But while you here you should work for us
I promise you that you gon have that Birkin bag in a month
I told you n***as I'd be on top
You doubted me and I said, "Just watch"
Now I got clout, I'm on the clouds
Smoking on loud, getting the guap
And perky me down, bad bitch wanna twerk me down
Asking me if my girl around
Tryna get me caught

[Chorus]
Wreaking havoc
Making songs that go platinum
Off the percs, a druggie addict
At least four pistols around me at all times
I'm a semi addict (Uh)
The way I finger fuck that .30, they thought that shit was an automatic (Uh)
They don't want no static (Uh)
But I put the static in static shock
He ain't coming right, get shot in the face and I leave before the body drops
I'm in the party off of a couple of beans, I love the molly pop
Uh, shoot the party up then drive off in the sunset
That's some beautiful shit (Uh-huh)
[Verse 2]
Brodie got it
Brodie up it, get to bustin' if it is a problem, uh
No discussion, I get money
You do not get nothing, uh
Run up on me then it's over, .40 on me bustin', ayy
I get sick of n***as daily, I need Robitussin, ayy
Ain't no fighting when I'm round here, ain't even no tusslin', ayy
I be flexing on these n***as don't even gotta move no muscle, ayy
I told you that .40 on me so no I ain't gonna tussle, ayy
I ball out like LeBron James in the 4th quarter, I triple-double, ayy
Talking that shit you get hit
Choppa make you jump like you double, ayy
Double that- Run up on me then I'm killing 'em
.40 on me I be drilling 'em
N***a [?]
You talkin' that shit but I'm winning, I'm winning
I told you lil n***as I get it, I get it
I ball out like Kobe I'm swishin'
Ion give a fuck about n***as or bitches
Uh, uh
I just be in it off of the percs
I just be killing off of the percs
Everyday I ball out like Kobe, yeah, yeah, yeah
I'ma give 'em the work
Don't [?] hoes, I ain't going to church
Run up on me .40 on me, get merc'd
I'm finna turn to a whole different person when I take these xanax perc, uh
I need the medicine, feel like a doctor
Run up on me, you get hit with a choppa
N***as be acting, I think they need Oscars, yeah
All of my n***as is problems
Run up on me then I'm finna get bossin', yeah
[Chorus]
Wreaking havoc
Making songs that go platinum
Off the percs, a druggie addict
At least four pistols around me at all times
I'm a semi addict (Uh)
The way I finger fuck that .30, they thought that shit was an automatic (Uh)
They don't want no static (Uh)
But I put the static in static shock
He ain't coming right, get shot in the face and I leave before the body drops
I'm in the party off of a couple of beans, I love the molly pop
Uh, shoot the party up then drive off in the sunset
That's some beautiful shit

[Verse 3]
You don't got these on
Choppa on me, you know it'll sing-song
If you want it then we got to come on
Boolin' at the top, top, top, top
Jumping to the top like hopscotch
I don't fight at all, I tote Glocks
I don't even gotta shoot, my bro pops
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah
N***a came up, he done made it and shit
'Member skipping school, getting faded and shit
Talkin' bout one day I'm finna make it and shit
Well I made it, now I'm fucking famous and shit
High as hell walkin' round, banging shit
In the studio's life changing and shit
Everything is changing, rearranging and shit
Came from nothing, now I'm on top
Platinum records already, I just started
Shit be hitting me so fast, I don't know what happened
I can't even tell my friends that I made it rapping
I'm too busy, plus my phone went to shit
I shot up out nowhere, n***as hated but that's okay
I expected that, my momma told me anyway
That I gotta shine even on all the rainy days
I don't make all my songs to drop 'em, they throwaways
I told that lil bitch to ride it, ride it like a slave
I told that lil bitch she stuck with me like a slave
I went to go see my brother's grave
I remember when we would misbehave
Damn

[Chorus]
Wreaking havoc
Making songs that go platinum
Off the percs, a druggie addict
At least four pistols around me at all times
I'm a semi addict (Uh)
The way I finger fuck that .30, they thought that shit was an automatic (Uh)
They don't want no static (Uh)
But I put the static in static shock
He ain't coming right, get shot in the face and I leave before the body drops
I'm in the party off of a couple of beans, I love the molly pop
Uh, shoot the party up then drive off in the sunset
That's some beautiful shit