Status
They like Cal they don't know what to with you
Squares around squares like they sittin in a cubical
They can't figure me out like I'm a Rubik's cube
Yea I heard the shit you dropping shit Rudy poo
Just poured me a 4 you know a 2 and 2
If I catch you down bad nigga what you would do
My bitch from California rep blue like she a Hoover deuce
Try Cal and you can get rail road like Juventud
From the trappin to the rappin when the choppas go to clapping niggas know that
In the streets we make it happen
All these other niggas cappin
Run the money up and stack it
Gotta stamp it Wrap the package up in plastic
Then we hit the road we in traffic maneuvering like Alladin
MGB these niggas know we get it cracking
This shit ain't for the low yea I be taxin
Make magic cause static yall actin man these niggas know my status
They asking who the coldest in the city look no further nigga this the goat
My bitch tired of me buying her big bags she say she miss her tote
Yo bitch be tryna kiss and standing under mistletoe
Cuz Ima rock it then ima launch her they say I missile tote
Ree gave me the green light and Donnie told me it's a go
Cut the dope so good my plug nicknamed me Figaro
Gotta pay me for my services expensive ima jigalo
And Yo bitch blew me different her favorite color is indigo
Fuck that shit let's hit the road to get more racks
Bullets ah poke a man for sleeping on me like he snorlax
Ran out of champagne like where the Moët
He like damn bro I just left the store well nigga go back
You know this K ill yourself this shit suicidal
Got guns all over the house watch your step that's a bazooka by ya
And I don't mind diving in that water ima scuba diver
At the touch of a button Buck gon pick you up like he a Uber driver
From the trappin to the rappin when the choppas go to clapping niggas know that
In the streets we make it happen
All these other niggas cappin
Run the money up and stack it
Gotta stamp it Wrap the package up in plastic
Then we hit the road we in traffic maneuvering like Alladin
MGB these niggas know we get it cracking
This shit ain't for the low yea I be taxin
Make magic cause static yall actin man these niggas know my status
Bitch made me feel some type of way like I was rich homie (some type of way)
Made her squirt while we fucking thought she pissed on me
I'm my own boss don't need no big homie
Be careful how you walking up on me I got that shit on me
Hit the scene shining see these diamonds chains swinging
Got yo bitch all on my trail she think I'm famous
The way she looking at me I can't name it
Pussy wet like it been raining
Lick her lips oh you want suck some Dick ain't it
9 times outta 10 I'm in the wind sippin henn with a friend once again niggas know we get it in
Croom fresh out the pin and you know down to spin the bend
He usually don't miss but if he do he'll spin again
Looked up to the lord like I'll never sin again
But he knowing I be lying he just look at me and grin
Nigga I be on 10 counted 10 right before this song end
Niggas don't know where I been free 10
From the trappin to the rappin when the choppas go to clapping niggas know that
In the streets we make it happen
All these other niggas cappin
Run the money up and stack it
Gotta stamp it Wrap the package up in plastic
Then we hit the road we in traffic maneuvering like Alladin
MGB these niggas know we get it cracking
This shit ain't for the low yea I be taxin
Make magic cause static yall actin man these niggas know my status
Squares around squares like they sittin in a cubical
They can't figure me out like I'm a Rubik's cube
Yea I heard the shit you dropping shit Rudy poo
Just poured me a 4 you know a 2 and 2
If I catch you down bad nigga what you would do
My bitch from California rep blue like she a Hoover deuce
Try Cal and you can get rail road like Juventud
From the trappin to the rappin when the choppas go to clapping niggas know that
In the streets we make it happen
All these other niggas cappin
Run the money up and stack it
Gotta stamp it Wrap the package up in plastic
Then we hit the road we in traffic maneuvering like Alladin
MGB these niggas know we get it cracking
This shit ain't for the low yea I be taxin
Make magic cause static yall actin man these niggas know my status
They asking who the coldest in the city look no further nigga this the goat
My bitch tired of me buying her big bags she say she miss her tote
Yo bitch be tryna kiss and standing under mistletoe
Cuz Ima rock it then ima launch her they say I missile tote
Ree gave me the green light and Donnie told me it's a go
Cut the dope so good my plug nicknamed me Figaro
Gotta pay me for my services expensive ima jigalo
And Yo bitch blew me different her favorite color is indigo
Fuck that shit let's hit the road to get more racks
Bullets ah poke a man for sleeping on me like he snorlax
Ran out of champagne like where the Moët
He like damn bro I just left the store well nigga go back
You know this K ill yourself this shit suicidal
Got guns all over the house watch your step that's a bazooka by ya
And I don't mind diving in that water ima scuba diver
At the touch of a button Buck gon pick you up like he a Uber driver
From the trappin to the rappin when the choppas go to clapping niggas know that
In the streets we make it happen
All these other niggas cappin
Run the money up and stack it
Gotta stamp it Wrap the package up in plastic
Then we hit the road we in traffic maneuvering like Alladin
MGB these niggas know we get it cracking
This shit ain't for the low yea I be taxin
Make magic cause static yall actin man these niggas know my status
Bitch made me feel some type of way like I was rich homie (some type of way)
Made her squirt while we fucking thought she pissed on me
I'm my own boss don't need no big homie
Be careful how you walking up on me I got that shit on me
Hit the scene shining see these diamonds chains swinging
Got yo bitch all on my trail she think I'm famous
The way she looking at me I can't name it
Pussy wet like it been raining
Lick her lips oh you want suck some Dick ain't it
9 times outta 10 I'm in the wind sippin henn with a friend once again niggas know we get it in
Croom fresh out the pin and you know down to spin the bend
He usually don't miss but if he do he'll spin again
Looked up to the lord like I'll never sin again
But he knowing I be lying he just look at me and grin
Nigga I be on 10 counted 10 right before this song end
Niggas don't know where I been free 10
From the trappin to the rappin when the choppas go to clapping niggas know that
In the streets we make it happen
All these other niggas cappin
Run the money up and stack it
Gotta stamp it Wrap the package up in plastic
Then we hit the road we in traffic maneuvering like Alladin
MGB these niggas know we get it cracking
This shit ain't for the low yea I be taxin
Make magic cause static yall actin man these niggas know my status
Credits
Writer(s): Dondre’ Bellazin
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