Hollywood - Static Music lyrics

Its like breathing Do this sh** like its nohtin Yace Gizzle Hollywood I done crept up in this b**h Got the weapon in this b**h You'll get wet up in this b**h Like im on an escalator Watch me step up in this b**h All them hoes gon flock Like keith sweat up in this b**h Ya b**h say im hot I ask her how she know that She said because u catch it and im like brady when I throw that One white cup two white cups I get the syrup and pour that And I couldn't call these b**h n***as if u showed me where the phone at We drink out the bottle we be f**in models Smokin purp to get high Call it leanin on the throttle Now my head gone I should live in sleepy hollow Soon as I log in watch how all them b**hes follow Dont know bout tomorrow so im livin for the present U dont ever dive in u live in the desert My n***as is wreckless Im with the young and restless b**hes in my business Them biches like detectives (Static Music) Mandela I just prowled up in this b**h Snuck the loud up in this b**h Now it's loud up in this b**h Got a crowd up in this b**h Yeah they came to see me rock All these hoes on my dake Cuz a n***a dreads knock Gimme jaw, gimme jaw While I roll another raw Call it hijacking the pilot Smoke exotic while you ride it Lock you down revis island Got dat p**y runnin hidin Murder dat like I'm violent Till she sleep off in her silence Eat till my belly rip Still I ain't ate enuff Gotta keep the grind n***a I can't skate enuff Haters get Cha hatin up Cuz it's only cakin up Only love this money thats the reason why we breakin up Everyday wakin up thinking of a better way Breakin down bakin up hope this be better day Light a candle to mello the loud Sour got my clothes stinkin I smell like a pound Of my favorite Do it for the love and you might could be the greatest Do it for the money well you mite just be the fakest Gettin f**ed by ya label cuz u signed to a rapist (Static Music)