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status - tmstylez lyrics

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[intro]
i ain’t finna tell y’all how rod got away with this sh*t

[chorus] lil baby
ain’t stunt no b*tches, check my status
i do this for real, don’t need no practice
ran off with that bag, with the fast miss
my b*tch yeah she bad, she ain’t average x2

[verse 1] future
wanna hop out the coupe, no kidding
and if we just want them, we get it
and my money tall, no midget
and i almost got caught with that bl!cky
we gonna ride in that two seater
we gonna pull up with two leaders
i’m finna beef, and go ghost
i told that b*tch, “it’s nice to meet you”
she ‘tryna f*ck on the low
i’m ‘tryna feed her some drugs
she bought the pack, run up the bags, spend all the bag, get it back
beat up the block, bеat up the kitty, until she had enough
sip on that drink, wе gettin’ loose
check the status, sh*t, that’s what we gon’ do

[chorus] lil baby
ain’t stunt no b*tches, check my status
i do this for real, don’t need no practice
ran off with that bag, with the fast miss
my b*tch yeah she bad, she ain’t average
ain’t stunt no b*tches, check my status
i do this for real, don’t need no practice
ran off with that bag, with the fast miss (yah, yah)
my b*tch yeah she bad, she ain’t average (t*t*tm made that sh*t, b*tch)
[verse 2] tmstylez
pull up to the block with the stacks (stacks!)
pull up to the block with the racks (racks!)
pull up get popped with the mac (mac!)
please lil b*tch get back! (back!)
i’m sippin’ lean, sippin’ lean (lean)
i’m smokin’ weed, smokin’ weed
pull up and i’ll shoot his spleen
n0body be f*ckin’ with me (bop!)
i just caught a body near the store
i just f*cked your b*tch, she a hoe
i ain’t f*ckin’ with these lil foes (boom!)
i’m gon’ pull up spin a f*ckin 4 (bop!)
you know how it go x3
i’m a savage, and you can’t deny (deny!)
i’m gon’ shoot, and you gon die (woah)
you can’t run, and you can’t hide (woah)
shoot the glock, that’s a surprise (bop!)
i know i’m just a kid, i know what i did
i’m gonna shoot your b*tch, then i’m gonna take your kid, bop! (bop!)

[chorus] lil baby
ain’t stunt no b*tches, check my status (check my status)
i do this for real, don’t need no practice (don’t need no practice)
ran off with that bag, with the fast miss (with the fast miss)
my b*tch yeah she bad, she ain’t average (she ain’t average) x2

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