status - kishin lyrics
status lyrics
[verse 1: kishin]
i might spend a couple racks if i’m bored
skrrt off in a beam’ while you still whip honda accord
and i think lil’ shawty pressed ’cause i left her text ignored
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
got balenci’ on the t*shirt, mihara on the kicks
only met her last month, she already talkin’ kids
told her, is she f*cking dumb? are you high up on the tris?
sorry baby, i don’t do commitment
lil’ bro tryna test me, put him on the hit list
oh, my bad, bro, didn’t know that was your b*tch
but she don’t give a f*ck, why she still blowing me kisses?
b*tch, i’m iced out, i got vivienne my pendant
trust, i got a lot, if i want it, i’ma spеnd it
said you want beef, boy, we could really end it
and i don’t gotta liе, what i said, i really meant it
[verse 2: kuru]
she just want a bag, i had to tell that b*tch, like, “no”
hunnid on the pills, we got them racks up on the floor
mixed margiela on the shoes with balenci’ on the coat
and i’m posted up with xav, you know we at the corner stores
and i want me some new clothes, i walk in [?] what’s in store?
like, what’s in store? i’m up in new york
your ho annoying, i might show up at her door
[?] and i think these p*ssies fake it
[?] on the road, i thought i got a spot that’s vacant
we know you not built like for this sh*t, i think it’s blatant
need five racks for a show, you can come talk to my*to my agent
b*tch, i got margiela on my fragrance
that boy want a feat’, i need my payment
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
ayy, 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 you 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
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