Lyrics:
been hitting shots, Scorsese
If you want war, boy, now come and let me know
I be knocking bitches down, pass on to the bros
I remember corner status
with paramedics
Give a fuck if you got status
Still wearing my low
She a gold digga i aint payin yo bills ho
Whoa what you think i got the name for
bread
I'm in Boeing jets, Global Express
Out the country but the Blueberry still connect
On the low but the yacht got a triple deck
But when you
eyes can see
Victory is mine, yeah surprisingly
I've been laying, waiting for your next mistake
I put in work, and watch my status escalate
Now
(Zaytoven)
Huh
Wop (evil)
Evil Knevil, haha
Big boss status, it's the motherfuckin' Wizzop (Wop)
It's lonely at the tizzop (yeah) so I took
Got room for two
We'd be riding low
Babygirl
Say who your man
What's the status quo
Babygirl
What's the status quo
Babygirl
Got room for two
We'd be
eyes can see
Victory is mine, yeah surprisingly
I've been laying, waiting for your next mistake
I put in work, and watch my status escalate
Now
Oh, oh, oh
Whats the status? What's your status?
On your way? Gon' let me have it?
You like my status? It's automatic
My bitch the baddest
ho's on a diet, low fat (gang)
Her hair all hers, no track
Give no fucks 'bout no status
My lil' baby, you can't touch it
Talkin' that blah-blah,
Handle rocks with the capital G, ball on the beat
Status, Chris Paul and John Wall in the league
Grabbin' mics till the knuckles would bleed,
the rest of your low note
Parliament's Atomic Dog, the hats were filling up with fog
A talk about the life and death of every penny analogue
If his status ain't hood
I ain't checking for him
Better be street if he looking at me
I need a soldier
That ain't scared to stand up for me
Known
up on the low
Stack the pockets fuck the status growth
More important things? I don't really know (Nah)
I'm gettin hot, status quo
I'm what you not,
the mixtape, not the album
What's up with your Facebook status, status
Issues baby every couple has 'em
We were hard to split just like atoms, atoms
You just
Stone crippin, low clippin, 4's drippin
Wet from my set, check my rep I'm a vet
Ex-felon, never tellin represent it to death
Pack my flag, wear khakis
Weed and alcohol, that's the balance
Ridin' in the Benz with low milage
Working 'til my hands get callouses
Been a player, I established it
Whips be
bitches, some cole bitches, c'mon bitches
[Tray Deee]
We cold vicious, known pimpin, with no simpin
Stone crippin, low clippin, 4's drippin
Wet
the world burning below.
Vow we're not looking to make amends.
Let them eat crow!
In search of life on status quo, so Godspeed, go!
Our Northern Lights
Yeah, yeah
Classy
Yeah, woo, woo
Bad bitch classy (classy), on the low, she get so nasty (real nasty)
Bad bitch classy (classy), on the low
and (Clean and)
(They always be talkin that country slang, we like)
They keep that beat that be in the back beatin' (Beatin')
Eyes be so low from that chief
Out the country but the blueberry still connect
On the low but the yacht got a triple deck
But when you young, what the fuck you expect? Yep, yep
Global Express
Out the country but the Blueberry still connect
On the low but the yacht got a triple deck
But when you young, what the fuck you expect?
door, behold the Lotus
Finest tuna right out the sea straight off the boat this
Hurricane rap spit tap low, rock a toga
Bronsonelli chef de cuisine I
got that got that
It's the way she wears her clothes
Beauty of a low
Definition of a star
You might've seen her on every cover
Of every magazine
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