Static City Girls (Ft. Lil Durk)

[Intro]
Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up
Yeah, yeah (I'm a motherfuckin' City Girl), yeah
Uh

[Verse 1: JT]
Please don't worry 'bout me, dirty ass bitch (Dirty ass bitch)
By time you catch up, I'll be on that next shit (Skrrt)
Bitches worried 'bout what I don't post (Why?)
The only time you turnt, ho, is when I go ghost (Tired ass)
I'm in my new truck with my boobs up (Ah)
My diamonds all white, but I ain't in Ku Klux (Huh?)
Who want static with it? Send a addy with it (What's up?)
That nigga sent a Cuban, tell him, "Send a Patek with it"
Pussy ass niggas, get y'all money up
Tryna fuck lit bitches with a couple bucks (What?)
Hatin' ass hoes mad 'cause a bitch cuffed (Ah)
I got a rap nigga with money like the Bucks (What?)

[Chorus: JT & Lil Durk]
Who want static with it? Who want static with it? (What?)
Who want static with it? Who want static with it? (Yeah)
Who want static with it? Who want static with it? (What?)
Who want static with it? Send a addy with it, yeah (Man what?)

[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
One, two, three, four, five, six, sevеn, eight Ms in my bitch accounts
You ain't got my bitch amount (Yeah)
Chanel callеd her personally to get the bags that ain't come out
Drug money, it can buy you what you wish about (Go)
Broke niggas, they can't stand with me unless they real
But it's real niggas around me that ain't broke, I'm too trill
And the baddest hoes be fuckin' on the low for BBLs
He got her a bag from off the streets and it was fake, he gave her chills (Man, she shiverin')
JT man inside my bag, that's a Uzi
Miami man can up his bank account and get him woozy (Diddy)
Don't call me a rap nigga, that's a way of sayin goofy
I be with them type of shooters, you can never tell 'em "Shoot it" (Let's get it)