“Static Season”

[Chorus: Lil Static Blaze]
(Yeah, yeah)
When the block hot, better move like a shadow (Skrrt)
Chrome on the hip, let it sing like soprano (Brrt)
Diamonds on my chain, lookin’ heavy like a lasso (Woo)
Came from the dirt, now I’m up, no hassle (Nope)
Shorty on my line, talkin’ wild, she dramatic (Uh)
Say she want the bag, but I told her, “Don’t panic” (Nah)
Runnin’ through the racks, no breaks, automatic (Yeah)
And if you try to snatch, then the scene gettin’ tragic (Boom, boom)

[Verse 1: Star bandz]
Pulled in a matte-black whip, doors lift (Skrrt)
Two sticks in the ride, no drums, no gift (Brrt)
Told the opps, “Better pray, you ain’t made my list” (Uh-huh)
When I slide, whole street gon’ hear that hiss (Hiss)
I’m a boss in my city, y’all small-time cappin’ (Cappin’)
Money comin’ in so fast, it's laughin’ (Hahaha)
Was broke last year, now the bank stay packed in (Facts)
Neck too froze, whole wrist stay flashin’ (Ice)
Ain’t playin’ no games, this ain’t Fortnite (Nah)
Had to grind through the pain just to torch mics (Yup)
You be talkin’ online, that’s the dork type (Weird)
Pull up broad day, let the porch light— (Brrt, brrt)
Make your block spin twice like a rerun (Spin)
Don’t run, lil’ boy, better keep one (Keep one)
Static in the chain, that’s a street fund (Street fund)
Whole team gon’ eat ‘til the beef done (Facts)

[Verse 2: Lil Static Blaze]
Still in the cut, mask low, vibe evil (Woo)
Draco sing high notes like the Beatles (Brrt)
Whole crowd duck when they see that eagle (Duck)
Ain’t no peace talk, this a sequel (Nah)
I was broke in the rain, now the sun mine (Sun mine)
Now my safe need space for the gun line (Gun line)
Yeah, the watch on my wrist cost a bloodline (Ice)
And the chain got a glow in the nighttime (Nighttime)
Lil’ bro say “Blaze, let’s bend that block” (Bend it)
Whole clip drop fast, no TikTok (Nope)
Had to cut off snakes when the fangs got hot (Hiss)
Now it’s penthouse views from the same damn spot (Woo)
All my opps stay hidin’ like Where’s Waldo (Where?)
Still sendin’ shots, that’s the motto (Facts)
You don’t want smoke with the cargo (Nah)
Static Season here, better lay low (Boom, boom)