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Status (feat. Lil Uzi Vert) - NAV & Lil Baby

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@Heloise
1,240
20 Sec

Status (feat. Lil Uzi Vert) - song lyrics

Status (Status)
Millionaire status, I'm gettin' paid
Baddest
Baddest bitches gon' come my way
Balance (Yeah)
Lost my balance, but I'm okay (I'm okay)
Countin'
Stackin' my benjis every day

Got an XO piece, square rocks (Rocks)
All my opps dead, I hope they rot (Rot)
Chopper go chop-chop-chop (Brr)
'Fore she fuck me, give me top, top, top (Top)
Clean the block, block, block (Block)
My shooter got a mop, mop, mop (Pop, pop)
How much money you got? (You got?)
I told her a lot, lot, lot (A lot)

Brown boy got the game on lock (On lock)
Brown boy fuckin' all these thots (Thots)
Run up, we gon' pop, pop, pop (Pop, pop)
Brown boy ain't never get got (Yeah)
Gucci on every sock (On sock)
Got her suckin' my cock, cock, cock (My cock)
Got ice, talkin' rock, rock, rocks (Rocks)
Summertime, need a drop, drop, drop (Skrrt)

I'm scared of gettin' caught, caught, caught (Caught)
Let him bleed out, he got shot (Shot)
Lots of cameras on my block (Block)
If I get caught, I won't talk (Talk)
I know they wanna see me in a box (Box)
Pull over, then I take off (Off)
Cover my body with expensive cloth (Cloth)

Status (Status)
Millionaire status, I'm gettin' paid
Baddest
Baddest bitches gon' come my way
Balance (Yeah)
Lost my balance, but I'm okay (I'm okay)
Countin'
Stackin' my benjis every day

Got an XO piece, square rocks (Rocks)
All my opps dead, I hope they rot (Rot)
Chopper go chop-chop-chop (Brr)
'Fore she fuck me, give me top, top, top (Top)
Clean the block, block, block (Block)
My shooter got a mop, mop, mop (Pop, pop)
How much money you got? (You got?)
I told her a lot, lot, lot (A lot)

I told her a lot, lot, lot (Lot, lot)
Can't talk 'cause you might be the cops (What?)
Get the bird and I make this shit flock (Brr)
I can make the bird do the worm out the pot (Woo)
Fuckin' on your bitch, I secure my spot (Spot, spot)
Got a Bentley with the frog eyes, hop, hop, hop (Skrrt)

Woah, come on now, why would I stop? Yeah (Woah)
I kicked the bitch to the curb, yeah (Curb)
When I was ridin' on the block, uh (Let's go)
That girl, she a nat-nat, yeah (Nat)
I need a fly swat, swat, uh (Swat, swat)

She like the way I'm mixin' up my rocks, yeah (Woah)
The diamonds hit, leave a mirage, yeah (Woah)
The Rollie don't ever tick-tock, yeah
My sections don't never, um, flop, yeah

One-nine-four-two, yeah
Shot, shot, shot, shot, shot, yeah
He talkin' shit, then he got shot (Brr)
Them bullets went through him, they hot (Hot)
He leakin', that boy need a mop (Mop)
That Glock, it don't miss, got a dot (Woo)
I sold over, so how could I flop? (Yeah)
She keep speakin', that bitch, she a thot (Thot, woah)

Status (Status)
Millionaire status, I'm gettin' paid
Baddest
Baddest bitches gon' come my way
Balance (Yeah)
Lost my balance, but I'm okay (I'm okay)
Countin'
Stackin' my benjis every day

Got an XO piece, square rocks (Rocks)
All my opps dead, I hope they rot (Rot)
Chopper go chop-chop-chop (Brr)
'Fore she fuck me, give me top, top, top (Top)
Clean the block, block, block (Block)
My shooter got a mop, mop, mop (Pop, pop)
How much money you got? (You got?)
I told her a lot, lot, lot (A lot)

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Psycho Yeah, yeah I'm the first one that gon' turn up the mob Fuckin' that bitch and her aunt, yeah (huh?) I got the motherfuckin' Glock on me, yeah I got that 40 like what? Yeah (Glocky) I don't even know of these niggas, nuh-uh (bop) Mask on my face like I rob, yeah Niggas, they talkin' that shit, but nuh-uh (shh) None of these niggas, they raw, uh I done pulled up with a whole lot of guap Pulled up, a whole lot of knots, yeah (of my guap) I done pulled up with a whole lot of thots Most of these niggas, they opps, uh I don't even know why these niggas, they opps Most of thеse niggas get popped, uh That was for free and that shit was from mе That shit, it came with a dot, yeah That shit, it came with a price, ooh My neck, it came with some ice, ooh (ice) Fucked on your bitch, that was twice, uh (twice) Fucked on your bitch, that was twice, uh (twice) I had to go outside 'Cause I felt like I was the only one out of space (Out of space, out of space, huh) Where am I? (Whoa) Yeah, yeah, outer space (oh, my God) Yeah (what?), outer space (what? Yeah) Yeah (huh?), outer space (oh, my God), yeah (what?) Outer space, outer space (what? Oh, my God) Outer space, outer space (where am I?) Outer space, outer space (huh? Oh, my God) Outer space, outer space (whoa) Outer space, outer space (huh? Oh, my God) Outer space, outer space (yeah) Outer space, outer space (what?) Outer space, outer space (yeah, ayy) Sheesh, fee, fee I've been countin' racks ever since 3G (racks) Stackin' them rackies up, stand like three feet (yeah) Yeah, Mike Jackson, hee-hee (what?) My boys, they trappin', they sellin' it Hitting the block, it go hee-hee (yeah) Takin' the molly, the better batch That shit gon' hit you like hee-hee (what?) I just pulled out the Lamb', yeah I got a slatt like him, yeah I'm on the side of the Benz Don't put up with molly, I poured up this lean, yeah I do this, yeah, huh, I do this, haha, yeah, yeah I'm on the X, I be zooted, yeah (uh) I'm on the Perc', I be fooded, yeah Hop out the four-door, I swerve, swerve (woo) I'm in the sky, I'm a bird, bird My twizzy sliming, they birds, lurk (bop) Yeah, told her, "Let's get it" (get it) I've been up inside that Tonk', yeah Who decided you could talk? Yeah I been chillin' at the top, yeah My wrist so heavy, it's a mop (lil' moppy) I just called up my lil' demon He told me to take every Perc' 'til it's gone (boot) I just woke up, take a X for the boot up Out my mind, bitch, I'm feeling like Buddha (out my mind) Blicky hammer, got to send me a photo (baow) Stilpane, pour the eight in my soda (uh, uh) I've been countin' racks ever since 3G Stackin' them rackies up, stand like three feet (racks) Yeah, Mike Jackson, hee-hee (yeah) My boys, they trappin', they sellin' it Hitting the block, it go hee-hee (oh, my God) Outer space (oh, my God) Outer space, outer space (huh, oh my God) Outer space, outer space (whoa) Outer space, outer space (whoa, oh my God) Outer space, outer space Outer space, outer space, outer space (huh, oh my God) Outer space, outer space (oh my God) Outer space, outer space (yeah)
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I got off-topic, I start Talkin' about the drugs and all of the profit and (yeah, DY Krazy) Talkin' 'bout the shit I learned, the streets, they gave me knowledge (yeah) See, I saw a nigga get killed back when I was a toddler, yeah So how I'm 'posed to love, girl? Now how I'm 'posed to fear? Yeah I talk to bitches even when you right here I text 'em in then room when we layin' right next to each other I try my best just to hug her with my fingers crossed 'Cause I know deep down inside, I am really doing wrong (yeah), yeah Yeah And you know me, I'ma just charge it to the game Uh-huh Five, four, three, two, one I was 'posed to love you until the sun was done Said I changed when the money start comin' How the fuck you think I wasn't gonna catch on to all that game you was runnin'? See the mula, it got longer, but my mind, it got wider That's why you ain't want me to wear no condom Now tell me what's that about? Why you tellin' niggas about my stash spot? She lucky I ain't kill her, could've gave her an ass-shot See, I'm not worried about them niggas, 'cause I got boys that's gon' crash out See, drive up on your block, do the drive-by, and then smash out (skrrt) Whip it up in the kitchen, no potatoes, got mash out Man, you see I don't care about love I got off-topic, I start Talkin' about the drugs and all of the profit and (yeah) Talkin' 'bout the shit I learned, the streets, they gave me knowledge (yeah) See, I saw a nigga get killed back when I was a toddler, yeah So how I'm 'posed to love, girl? Now how I'm 'posed to fear? Yeah I talk to bitches even when you right here I text 'em in then room when we layin' right next to each other I try my best just to hug her with my fingers crossed 'Cause I know deep down inside, I am really doing wrong (yeah), yeah I done fucked all her friends, all her enemies too I think her mama even feelin' me too You got a million excuse When you broke, I just bought me a Richard Mille and this shit cost a deuce, yeah Summertime, top off But all my seats, they all made of goose I'm not embarrassed, she sucked my dick and I did not feel a tooth I got a lot to lose, but I lost all my moods (Yeah) Ever since she fucked that nigga that's older than Snoop But I can't blame her because Babygirl had to get her bills paid They was up and I got my meals late Don't give a fuck, nigga, I still feel great I still feel weight Man, I'm touchin' on your hand and you still don't feel me Damn It's just a lullaby, yeah Sometimes you just gotta say bye (I don't wanna die young, I don't wanna die young), yeah (Put me on my side) Picture me, broke as shit (what?) Not gettin' money, shit, I'd probably be hittin' licks (yeah) Probably be flippin' bricks (yeah) Probably be pimpin' chicks (yeah) I don't know, nigga, I'd probably be a hitter or somethin' We kill niggas for like 50 G's (flex) I got that nigga hit for a ten piece (yeah) They shot that nigga broad day, he was boxed in See, in Philadelphia, you know I'm really locked in Now that boy got a shit-bag on Suboxone Shit, man, we kill for fun Got a problem with him? Then it's problem with me, 'cause ain't no one-on-one That's how I ride for my gang, that's how I ride for my dawgs 'Cause nine outta ten these bitches, they be frauds (yeah) Yeah, whatever, I jumped off the porch late (so?) If you put your hands on me, you gon' get your day See, my bitch, she think I'm havin' fun, I'm just cheatin' But I'm just gon' stack my money and I'ma attend every meetin', uh I ain't worried 'bout love, man, I love the drug Drug is the money, stack it up and take care of my family I remember I used to stack my money just to cop Xannies Now I got bitches from overseas takin' off they panties See, I'm a Leo like a lion but my life is oh so dandy I walk around five hundred, nigga, don't try jam me (fresh) They'll pull a white sheet off of you like you a piece of candy I'm so high, man, I swear I'm never landin', I'm gone, yeah And it's just crazy how The whole time niggas be plottin' on you (goodbye, world) These bitches be plottin' on you All you gotta do at the end of the day You came in this world by yourself, you gotta go out that way Yeah It's just a lullaby
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(Four packets) Maybach parked outside Take up two parking spots Barely old enough to drive I been gettin' way too high Livin' large, livin' large, livin' large, livin' large Everybody livin' large Livin' large, livin' large, livin' large, livin' large Everybody livin' large Started from the bottom, now the condo so big I don't see nobody Pink toes, long hair, runnin' 'round the lobby Livin' large every day like I hit the lottery, livin' large Five star restaurants Watchin' Floyd fight, we in the front Hawks game, we on the floor Niggas' bitches dirty bird me, Julio Take my dogs all around the globe Shooters with me, they go everywhere I go Stickin' to the code, ain't gon' never fold I'ma stand up like a man, that's what I was told Hoppin' off a plane fresh as fuck, screamin', "Free Steve" We done had a damn good year, you wouldn't believe I done counted a whole million cash with my bare hands Dashboard say two twenty-five, I'm 'bout to do it Percocet and molly on my ass, I'm 'bout to lose it We been countin' cash for three hours, gettin' to it I don't care if they never found the body, I don't watch the news So much money on the floor like we just left a move Shoot-outs in broad day with the cops Nigga it ain't safe on my block (it ain't safe on my block) Nigga came a long way from rocks I can not go home without the guap We got Glocks tucked in the stash spot We don't stop at stop signs, I'ma keep going Man they killed my dawg over nothing, we was too cool Remember gettin' that J to check us in when we was in high school Hellcat goin' real fast Hopin' I don't crash, I'm just tryna stay focused
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3,029
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