February 12 (part 1) Lyrics - Singles - Statik Kxng

[Intro: KXNG Crooked] 

Yeah 

Yo shoutouts to my nigga Chris Wills on Twitter (what up?) 

My man ordered multiple copies of Statik KXNG and that was a statement, you know 

We appreciate that shit 

[Hook: KXNG Crooked] 

Ha cha cha cha cha, that's my long nose 

Keep it on the low, a secret under my clothes 

But I don't want no problems, no no, no no 

I got my mind on my dough, and maybe a couple hoes 

Aye 

[Verse: KXNG Crooked] 

A cha cha cha cha 

Long nose 44, ha ha ha ha ha 

Raging bull Taurus placing paid in full forward 

While I'm rocking my gold chain like la da da da da 

This that February 12th flow, it's good for your health though 

I don't see my haters, them niggas must be in stealth mode 

Statik on the eastside, Crooked on the Westside 

You know it's the best vibe, it's time to let the shell snow 

Selektah make the speakers crack, homie, we on the sneak attack 

I need a track like this to inspire me to bring the Weeklies back 

Necrophiliac, fuck your dead career 

This graffiti rap, when I sketch, you hear pictures I bet your ears won't forget for years 

Competition man, don't make me laugh 

I just slay 'em like Gabrielle Union slays Stacey Dash crazy ass 

I never hate on rappers making cash 

But even though their advance is hefty, they be trash (garbage) 

This for my niggas who slaying that Jane Fonda 

You run off on the plug, we come creep in that plain Honda 

'Cause this avenger shoots well kinda lke Iguodala 

Mixed with that nigga T'Challa from Wakanda 

I promise I'ma bang llamas, outline you in white chalk 

Boy, it's like the Hollywood Walk of Fame 

I can leave you famous on that sidewalk 

Yeah, everybody's gon' know your name 

Leave me alone, a nigga just want his own now 

I freestyle on IG like fuck putting a song out 

PS, if your GPS 

Got you travelling towards me with your BS 

Nigga you went the wrong route, that's when you gassed up and got to stop 

Thinking that I walk in your spot and I only brought a Glock 

.44 Magnum in public, the nose is so long 

When I tuck it, it got me walking like Oswald Cobblepot 

Ha cha cha cha cha, you ain't fucking with the icon 

Told you I strike quick as a python 

When the mic's on, I make the competition fade to black 

Like David Blatt had to do in lieu of Tyronn 

My god 

[Hook]