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lirik lagu lil static blaze - no mask, no mercy

[intro]
(yuh)
ayy, ayy, ayy
(static in this b~tch, ha!)
yeah, yeah (brrt, brrt)
uh, uh
load it up, load it up (skrrt)

[verse]
look, b~tch, i’m in a lane you could never compete (nah)
been spinnin’ sh~t raw ‘fore they even dropped heat (bang)
private box in the sky, watch the field from the suite
ain’t no cheap~ass seats, whole view on me (woo)
slow moves get k!lled, better pick up your feet (run)
no face, no case, we don’t talk to police (f~ck ‘em)
country plug at the bank, whole duffel of cheese
slides on my feet, ten racks on receipts (cash)
told thе teller, “all hunnids, no pinks” (count that)
in a drop~top jag, blow a bag with my kinfolk
ain’t leavin’ my block if i ain’t bringin’ my pistol (brrt)
wholе van full of sticks, like a band at a disco (drumline)
you ain’t droppin’ a m, you ain’t touchin’ no crystal
ayy, f~ck talkin’ ‘bout beef, we just slide, come and get you (slide)
if they lookin’ for the boss, yeah, i’m right in the middle
but i’ll sleep on the curb ‘fore i turn to a snitch, though (facts)
lil’ man two years, got more gold than a stripper (ice)
yeah, if you catch my drift (ha), you gon’ see the picture
when you gone, they gon’ fake like they miss ya (cap)
mama in black with a white box of tissue (d~mn)
shooter masked up, max payne with a missile (boom)
yeah, he pop pills, yeah, he pop n~ggas (brrt, brrt)
how he gon’ slip if the glock right with him? (huh?)
wrong street, right k!ller, man, your life get thinner (facts)
straight from the hip, he ain’t tryna fight with ya (nah)
he don’t know you, he gon’ put the night in ya (bang)
he don’t know them, but he still might get ya (woo)
whole block taped off, we don’t like pictures (f~ck ‘em)
up high like a drone ‘fore the night get here (skrrt)
talkin’ reckless? cool, how you plan to get near? (huh?)
5k in a night, dropped three heaters (ha)
cuz fightin’ two strikes, prayin’ not to see jesus (real talk)
when they ask for ten bands, i gave ‘em eight pieces
you mad ‘cause i ain’t hand out your broke~ass thesis (f~ck you)
cash bring envy, and the diamonds bring demons (shine)
stick on stage when i’m rappin’ — this my show sweeper (brrt, brrt)
p~ssy~ass clowns, they gon’ sing like aretha (woo)
chillin’ in the bay with a bl!ck and a reefer (smoke)
i’ll be out at the end, you won’t know who the reaper (nah)
pistol in each pocket, they ain’t even know either (shh)
one up in the head when i bought it, no need for the c~ckin’ (cl!ck, bang)
[outro]
yeah, yeah (ha)
one up in the head when i bought it, no need for the c~ckin’ (brrt, brrt)
static blaze, b~tch
diamond voltage, ho

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