Yeah, a lot of motherfuckers  Be out here trying to act like  They're so hard and shit  But you always got to realize, nigga  You ain't bulletproof  And your body ain't bulletproof  At any given time  You can get your ass fucking blown the fuck off  This motherfucking place the Earth  So don't never think a nigga ain't watching  I got somebody watching  Yeah, you know what time it is    [Lil Wyte]  I'm a motherfucking...  [Chorus - 2x]  Static addict, static addict, loco with that automatic  [3x]  Static addict, static addict, crazy with the gun    Gimme a Glock, gimme a 4-5  And I would be straight  Might make it through the day  But by the night I'd need two AKs  A couple of sets of extra clips  And some ham sandwiches  The po-pos know me  And their used to my shananagans  I run the set, man, causing chaos everywhere  Wanna make a bet, man  I'll have you pulling out your hair  This is a have-to-do job  But on a need-to-know basis  Don't keep your eyeballs on the prize  Don't keep up with the faces  I roll with murderers, robbers  Drug dealers, killers, and rapists  Also an army on the porch  With plenty rockets a'waitin  Come test my patience, fool  And find out how Lil Wyte will react  I'll have these haters, fool  Flopping like some fish on their back  They got me fucked up  I'm about to load them trucks up  When I get crazy then you  Just might feel some hot stuff  This was not on my agenda  I was just only playing  But since you're testing my gangsta  It's too damn late for praying    [Chorus - 2x]    Automatic gun fire busting at you hoes  To get my point across  You got raw bullet to your dome  Is what I'm about to toss  Sold me a short sack  Now you about to feel the trauma  Sulfuric acid, so clogged  In a pine box for your momma  What am I about to do  Some says you already know  Bring your family in this? No!  I ain't as cool as you folks  This shits between me and you  But between you and me  I got a feeling it might be all up to G-O-D  And you can talk all of the trash  You want it don't even matter  As long as my album keep selling  My pockets gonna get fatter  I guess the static is because  I am the chosen one  Deadly circumstances come with job  Better have your gun  You might be found bleeding  Seeking for the perpetrator  Something tells me he real far  And you won't find him, player  Quit your crying, bitching  And your whining, hating  Faking, fronting  I'll run your ass up up off the block  'Cause I'm a motherfucking    Static addict, static addict, loco with that automatic  [3x]  Static addict, static addict, crazy with the gun