​status lyrics

[Intro]
Does it really matter?
Haha

[Verse 1: kishin]
I might spend a couple racks if I'm bored (Yeah-ah)
Skrrt off in a beam' while you still whip Honda Accord (Yeah-ah)
And I think lil' shawty pressed 'cause I left her text ignored (Yeah, whoa, whoa)
Said it's only for the night, then I kick her out the door
Get y'all racks up, you can't do it like this (Uh)
Got Balenci' on the t-shirt, Mihara on the kicks (Uh, yeah)
Only met her last month, she already talkin' kids (Yeah)
Told her, is she f*cking dumb? Are you high up on the tris? (Yeah-hah)
S-sorry, baby, I don't do commitment (Nuh-uh)
Lil' bro tryna test me, put him on the hit list
Oh, my bad, bro, didn't know that was your b*tch (Yеah)
But she don't give a f*ck, why she still blowing mе kisses? (Yeah, yeah)
b*tch, I'm iced out, I got Vivienne my pendant
Trust, I got a lot, if I want it, I'mma spend it
Said you want beef, boy, we could really end it
And I don't gotta lie, what I said, I really meant it
Yeah (Yeah)

[Verse 2: kuru]
She just want a bag, I had to tell that b*tch, like, "No" (No-ho)
Hunnid on the pills, we got them racks up on the floor (No-ho)
Maison Margiela on the shoes with Balenci' on the coat (No-ho)
And I'm posted up with Xav, you know we at the corner store (Yeah-huh)
And I want me some new clothes, I walk in Dover, what's in store? (What’s in store?)
Like, what's in store? (Aye, aye, aye)
I'm up in New York
Your hoe annoying, I might shoot her through the door
[?] and I think these pussies fake it (Yeah-huh)
She paid for the row, I thought I got a spot that's vacant (Aye)
We know you not built, like, for this sh*t, I think it's blatant (Go, go, go)
Need five racks for a show, you can come talk to my— to my agent (Agent)
b*tch, I got Margiela on my fragrance (Fragrance)
Yeah, go
That boy want a feat', I need my payment (Huh)
And your shawty said she love me for my cadence, I guess that's why you hate it
[Verse 3: mitsu]
All up on me, tryna copy me, like, what do you want?
Brand new bag for her, got that bag from Saint Laurent
Takin' shots straight from the bottle, b*tch, you know what we on
Tryna get close to me, sorry, b*tch, you just cannot
Your b*tch ask for my number, don't even know her name
Acronym my shoes, and my sweater Helmut Lang
Aye, I can't cop no fake, yeah, no, no
Walk past, I'm catchin' stares, they gon' look back
Boy, you not in your bag, b*tch, you lookin' for your backpack
Lips out, boy, you lookin' like a duck, quack
Thirteen hour flight, coming home and I got jetlag
Dior my fragrance, my b*tch not basic
Talkin' sh*t on Discord, but you won't say it to my face, b*tch
20/20 vision, shoutout Vee, don't need no LASIK
You want it bad, you fiendin' for our status