[Lyric] Through The Static (MDEAZY)

Song 1 - No Prop:

Intro:
(what, what, what,)
(what aye)
Pop pop pop pop pop
(ch ch pow, ch ch pow, ch ch pow)
(what, what, what, what)
Gang Gang Gang
(ayowiththemayo)

Verse 1:
She pull up with it (pull up with it)
She pull up with it (pow pow)
Drinking spirit (what, aye, what, what)
Drinking Activist (sip sip)
Yea, I'm copping it (cop)
Money bags (what what)
Full of shit (aye)
Money spending (chic ching)
Diamonds blinging (blow blaow)
Choppa singing (yea, what, what)
Bridge:
Pull up, bad bitch, drop top, Gucci flops (what, what)
And I'm slinging iron when I drop the top (pop pop)
The choppa, the real, no prop (yuh)
Choppa, it shoot at opps (pop pop pop pop)
And I slang my Nine (yuh)
And I keep that fire (huh)
Chilling with the dawgs (aye)
No, More like my Slimes (what, what, bee, what)

Verse 2:
And we in the stu (yuh)
And we puff on boof (pow pow)
Getting head by my bitch while we in the booth (what, bee what)
Bitches coming by the twos (yea yea)
Bentley or the Benz, we gon drop the roof (yea yea)

Song 2 - DeazyWalkedIn:

Intro:
(what what)
Yea yea, (what) yea
(what, bop, bop, bop, bop, bop)
Aye aye, okay (what, what)
Do a lil switch up type shit
Verse 1:
Feeling like Billy, I'm slinging these pistols, so all of the opps, yea, they call me The Kid (pop pop)
I see a opp, so I break me a blunt, fill it up lil baby, I ain't smoking on mids
Hop on the beat and I'm killing this shit, I got niggas, they bopping, they saying I slid (what what)
Hop in the whip at the party, we seen the blue lights, so you know that we had to split (whoo whoo)
Yea, Pull up in a Hellcat (yuh)
Fuck all night like street lights, feeling like DOBY, my slime, yea, I felt that (huh)
These boys hating on my style, I just say, "I'm sorry, but I cannot help that" (ooh)
Just bought a pound to smoke and a pound to my jits, I told them to go and sell that (huh)
Yea, Told them to sell that (huh, Gang Gang)
I don't fuck with snakes, but they all over my shoes (brrrr brrrr)
We from The Raq, we smoking on a blunt in the back, lil bitch, you know what we do
Look at the diamonds, the diamonds, they cool
84 Philly with the boys, we bool
I got my baby, you know she is crazy
She drives a Mercedes, if you acting shady
She pull up and chop the roof, shoot at your lady (I guess)
Strap up a bullet-proof vest (pop pop pop)
Go to the bank and I fuck up a check (fuck it up)
Diamonds, they dripping, they so damn wet
Choppa, Cam Newton, it'll rip up your chest
I'm with the Plugg and we sipping High-Tech
Got Bloods on the right, got Crips on the left (yea yea)
Whip up the, whip up the dope like a chef
Deazy walked in and, yea, you know the rest (lil bitch)
Outro:
(Lil bitch, lil bitch)
And I'm gone, like that (okay)
There's no more, issa freestyle
You can ask the whole RaQrew, bro
(What, what)
I put that on my momma (what what)