Status

Peep the status
Never cared what you said I go by action
He want to know what I eat because he look at the back and see I'm packing
I know more bitches than niggas bringing them racks in
Know some niggas that's on the run still bringing them packs in

I grab it I stack it
I said it before but we ain't never going to lack shit
I ain't never been tried I give them a warning got mines sitting in the back end

To every nigga I'm better than every hoe he ever been wit
Me and me only he pleasuring
A fake bitch I never been

Peace and quiet
When I walk thru the room all of her niggas eyeing
We know you got stuck up trying to claim you lost it nigga why you lying
Get what I need then leave on me these niggas be broke and whining
Off the perks and that lean go get it he don't care what I'm buying

Peep the status
Never cared what you said I go by action
He want to know what I eat because he look at the back and see I'm packing
I know more bitches than niggas bringing them racks in
Know some niggas that's on the run still bringing them packs in

He said that he want me time again
He fucking me up I was eyeing his friend
Pull up in a ghost I pull up in a Benz
She asked for one, I need like ten

G-fazos on all white
Got to get home it's been a long night
They always be like Tru is you gone I say I'm alright

I'm alright
If he in the hole got to send them long kites
Know a couple bitches still owe me one
When I see you it's on site

I'm not from no hood but I go anywhere I know I'm good
He thought I was his I apologize but you misunderstood
I'm the type of bitch give you that one look say I wish you would
If I send just one of my goons it's a light mission for um

Go hard go dumb go a little crazy
It bounce like Jayda I'm his little baby
It wap like Cardi Motorsport Fugazzi
I pass they score I'm Tom Brady

I was sick as fuck because I let him play me
So when I'm up I'll never save him
She can be bad but he'll never trade me
If he my nigga I'm his only lady

Tru be on game that's lite
Truly buy five bottles for a night
Tru the type it could be seven bitches No running Tru still gon fight
Tru ain't never on the hype
Bad baby but you can't catch me outside
Bad baby but you can't catch me outside

Aye, Go Hot-boy Go Hot-boy
Go Hot-boy Go Hot-boy

Tru, let's go
I know some niggas that'll take your life
They'll be in your dreams can't sleep at night
If he took it once you better get him twice
And if you ain't a goon you better go and fight

I don't fuck with niggas that ain't got no stripes
When you piece my shit you better piece it right
My circle can't be scared of heights
Cause I'm at the top straight taking flights, yea



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Writer(s): Diana Randleman
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