Celebrity Status - Intellectual

[Chorus]

Main opps get spinned on and tell

My brother told and on the inside made me feel like I failed

I spent a couple lonely nights locked down inside of a cell

I wasn't sweating no mail, they just had a hold on my bail

I had just signed my first deal, them niggas knew how I was comin'

Flexin' like a bitch, I put on blue to match the hundreds

Pink to match the fifties just to show 'em I got money

Wipe a nigga nose, I won't even check if it's runnin'

[Verse]

It's a hundred in this chop', I'ma shoot this bitch 'til it click

Let the Drac' knock off his face, leave his ass likе he ain't exist

When I'm on feet, you can't еscape, I pop his ass just like a cyst

Lil' BBG, he bangin' Grape, I'm slingin' iron 'bout that lil' bitch, know it's vice versa

I sip green, move slow like a turtle

I can't nut in no bitch, I'm fertile

Instagram model said she don't eat burgers

I ain't got no squares in my circle

Celebrity status, I stayed at the same hotel as Steve Urkel

All my hoes the baddest, I make 'em give me head, make sure they knees workin'

Minimize the cost, double the profit, re-up every Sunday

Locked in with the plug, no Instagram, we FaceTime every Monday

I don't care 'bout no sports, fuck Aaron Rodgers, all we talk is money

Screamin', "Fuck 12, fuck Aaron Rodgers," I don't give no fuck, you dummy

When I hit the gas up in this Redeye, you gon' hear it comin'

She ain't let me smash, but got her hand out, I can't give you nothing

Momma always told me I look sneaky like I'm up to something

We the ones been wiped the nigga nose, I'm outside opp hunting

All these niggas claimin' they some steppers, never dropped nothin'

Ain't never been out the window tryna put a body on your gun

Got shot at with a baby in his hand, he should've dropped his son

They outside loafin' like shit sweet, this ain't no honey bun

Rrt, we shoot shit for fun

Boom, this 40 hit like a ton

Missed court, I'm on the run

'Til all them niggas dead, this shit ain't never done

I want all they heads, I'm talking one by one

OT, I'm out of town riding 'round with a loaded gun

Had a chance to kill me, but you blowed it, son

Niggas see my face and they know to run

OT, I'm out of town riding 'round with a loaded gun

When I'm in Mobile, I ride with switches, Dracs and choppas, nigga

Better not never let me catch you loafin' with your mama, nigga

Ain't got no respect, I'd up, shoot this bitch at your mama, nigga

That might be the day you lose your motherfuckin' mama, nigga

No, I ain't no DJ, but you know I bring the drama, nigga

Bust down Cartier, could've went presi' like Obama, nigga

Spinned on a lot of niggas

Turnt up bad and made a lot of figures

Being the realest nigga don't mean shit to them, it's all about who pockets bigger

I miss Red, that lightskin bitch could shoot like Austin Rivers

No, I ain't scared, I just know that we ain't the only killers

We ain't the only niggas with that

Walk down and push your shit back

Rrat, boom, push your shit back