Status 5

Uh keep up
I told y'all niggas man
Status 4 was the last one but fuck it though
My man begged me to keep
These 'jawns going and shit 'yamsayin (Status)
(And I just want y'all niggas to know I recorded-
this shit in ten minutes flat)
So I guess I'ma have to show y'all niggas the experience again

Uh I cannot be Joe with you peons (Peons)
I fucked up my last on a Nissan
(On a Nissan)
Then ran that shit back like I'm Deon
Keep a 'glizzy for shit lurking behind (Aye)
Trap bumble no fumble it's beehive (Sheesh)
Throw a touchdown pass Eli
Niggas keep hating on me and I see why
(Yeah I see why)
Because behind this bread
I'ma stand on that shit
yeah I'm never gon go out like T.I
(Nawl I'm never gon go out like T.I)
Keep this shit brief and just stay on your B.I
Why they keep calling with bullshit I decline
(And why they keep calling my phone?)
Oh you 'posed to be a man?
Why you acting feline? (You pussy)
Trappin back to back but I'm relaxed I call it
(Trap) me time
Know they love to hate
They pussy gossiping like tea time
Love to slide O.T (O.T for real)
Yeah I just pulled up
With like three bombs
I don't got no religion, but
You kno the drugs catholic
Put my feet on (Echoed),
Ain't no middle man but if you was askin
I gotta put my own fee on
(put my own fee on), and
Big bro got the Judge Mathis
Know that he stretching shit like he got 3 arms
(bah), and
I be in the 'Jugg snapping
Plus taxing
Cheesy face at the atm makin transactions
(Making trans- briing)
Bands stacking
Switching sides ain't no more room
On this bandwagon
'Stu sessions with the gang n shit
I be fire breathing like a damn dragon

Like Hol up wait stop (Aye)
Now bring it back in
I'm playing to win
It's death over here go relay it to them
I read 'em I see what it say on your grin
The 'glizzy right here and it's playing on spin
(And it's playing on spin)
Like this shit really a diss track or something
(Bah bah)
Fall back you can get clapped for running (La-da)
Nowadays niggas getting clapped for nothing

They just running up medical bills
In the field with that white call her Cruela Devil
I don't care if it kill 'em I'm selling it still
(I'm selling it still)
Work don't move I start handing out deals
Graveyard wit the shovel for real
I'm a rebel for real
He turned into the devil for real
Use to ride 'roun with felons
Whatever you need it
We selling from uppers to downers to pills, and
This shit from the heart gotta walk with your soul
Woah (Gotta walk with ya soul), and
When I'm on-a road 'aye
(And when I'm on a road)
Gotta walk on my toes
Handicap shit gotta walk with a pole
(walk wit a pole)
Paraplegic I walk with a roll from the bank
With a sack full of gas and it stink (Gas)
30 on me and I bang from the door
Get the fuck on the floor
Yeah these young niggas cranked
I'm tryna run up a brinks
Pushing music through the gram
Tryna run up the links, and
Meech got me fucking with clothes (Meech)
Now I'm switching up the flow
Tryna run up off ink
Still rolling that loud you can come take a ride
(Free yola) nigga it's a do or die
What the fuck did you think?, and
I keep a lawyer on stand-by
For you fuck niggas
That want me stuck in the clink
Woah sheesh
Status 5
Ain't have a choice dawg I had to ride (I)
Put all my feelings way back inside (Side)
Sometimes I think about suicide
Who you think I'ma choose between you and I?
I ain't Jesus you run up get crucified (Bah)
Then I show up to court in some street clothes
What you 'tryna get booked in a suit and tie
Fuck that we 'gon go on a chase nigga (Scurr)
You can catch me state to state nigga
In a trap telly living great nigga
(Trap telly living great nigga)
High as a hill
Hank nigga (Hank), and
I just heard they killed such-n-such
Well it is what it is and it ain't nigga
(Is what it is and it ain't nigga)
I'm just Mugga np and nobody else
I ran it up with nobody else (Status)



Credits
Writer(s): Brent Lawson, Justin Gaskins
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

Link