paroles de chanson Status - Apostle feat. Vidity

All my people here
Keep the thuka near
If an oppa tryna slide know we setting it in gear
When I'm dropping better hear me
I don't fuck with mumble shit ain't talking to me clearly
Baking up and counting bread is what I do in theory
Tat up for the man
Taught the youngins hustle now they speaking in the slang
Show we landing Huston get the wrist at Johnny dang
I thought you was a drilla till we rolled up with the gang gang gang
Talking on the status never talk again gang gang
You ain't real nigga
You the type of pussy to be popping on them pills nigga
CZ for the grills nigga
20 In a 80 you ain't living for the thrill nigga
And we will never been the same
No Xanny for the plane
We hit Swazi for the pain
Stars up on the roof while your shorty give me brain
Mixing Henny with the juice shout out Chilly with the chain
Say it better mean it cause I'm taking it in vain
And I ain't your favorite rapper cause you hating on the gang

Mmm
Bronem told me get it so I had to drop the debit
Imma go and say let's get it if the homies staying winning
I taught them Boys a lesson while Giuseppe what I step in
And the Gang is what I'm reppin' 4/11 what I mention
Stepping in sum dirty cause my vision kinda blurry
Imma beat it in a hurry like my cases won't be splurging
Imma hit that flurry like it's Maccies in a hurry
I been real assertive with the mic I'm hella sturdy
Bitch don't talk
Bad bitch gimme toppy gave me sloppy in the lot
Parking up with tinted windows cuz bitches love to stalk
This shot goes out to diddy got ciroc on all the rocks
The Choppa came with splice in case we spin around the block
Am I ready bitch of course you know I do this round the clock
The doctor said I'm healthy cause I'm shmeeing all the broc
I love to keep it steady on my drake I put a stock
If a pussy nigga playing then we knocking off your socks

While you chatting shorty we on spot
Roll up to your addy after Treesha sent the drop
Run you sipping on the wok
VSs keep my cool cause the heater get me hot

Apostle did em dirty cause they bopping cause it knocks
The chains is in the safe I'd rather keep it under lock
Me and bronem killing shit we count em up with chalk
Realist this the motherland we swimming round with crocs

You'll be swimming with the fishes if you play with me lil boy
I call my youngin piping he ain't never shooting toys
But it used to be the bench
Remember counting till the cents

Taught the youngins hustle now they speaking in the slang
Show we landing Huston get the wrist at Johnny dang
I thought you was a drilla till we rolled up with the gang gang gang
Talking on the status never talk again gang gang
You ain't real nigga
You the type of pussy to be popping on them pills nigga
CZ for the grills nigga
20 In a 80 you ain't living for the thrill nigga
And we will never been the same
No Xanny for the plane
We hit Swazi for the pain
Stars up on the roof