Status

(Sup with the dope, homie we can hand out more)
(You asking me for Js, how many you trynna smoke like four?)
(And ain't no bragging, but rhymestones on a Bentley door)
(Ten thousand plays every week, that's my status hoe)

I knew yall will be talking shit when I up my score
I grab that methazine in a cup and I start to pour
So what you gonna do shawty cause I'm getting bored
She said "oh lord pull my pants right down to the floor."
Smoking opium dope on daily basics
Man it give me chills
Yellow suit,blue faces
And it helps my skills
I dont catch no cases
But this shit always get me chill
And please just get the basics, I know you just pop a pill

(Sup with the dope, homie we can hand out more)
(You asking me for Js, how many you trynna smoke like four?)
(And ain't no bragging, but rhymestones on a Bentley door)
(Ten thousand plays every week, that's my status hoe)

(Sup with the dope, homie we can hand out more)
(You asking me for Js, how many you trynna smoke like four?)
(And ain't no bragging, but rhymestones on a Bentley door)
(Ten thousand plays every week, that's my status hoe)



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