Status

(Hook) Big status nigga what it cost They ain't pulling off like a boss Niggas straight dipped in the pot for the sauce (too much) In my head back home boy I'm too clutch (Verse 1) Gave that nigga daps now he's on a ride Pray to god I don't make my moma cry When the gun bust niggas in the feelings I got sdot taking care of business And Liello got the keys to the corvette Swear the know we run this shit but they ain't sure yet, drop it down girl I'm giving you the co sign, she wanna fuck a nigga good for some old times oh my (Pre Hook) Make sure, make sure you Ain't gon' wake up to One of these suckas in the club but I understand, I understand, you want a man Bitches call in sick for this dick cause your boy the shit Band up on em quick, hit a lick, and we never miss (My youth) (Hook) (Verse 2) Let me niggas open up the gate Now I'm flying in and out of states Europe got a nigga reminiscing tough All the pretty women got me looking rough on the other side Landed on the Caribbean soil Rolling with your girl she getting spoil And I ain't fina stop until she's with it (with it x2) I might snap on every nigga till I get it get it get it woah (Pre Hook) (Hook x2) All my dogs dem notice I talk and they quote us See us in the streets oh my god niggas owe us I ain't ever really been the type acting bogus Squad's on top of everything niggas notice man its (Hook)