paroles de chanson Status (feat. KURU & mitsu) - 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 fucking 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 bitch
But she don't give a fuck, why she still blowing me kisses
Bitch, I'm iced out, I got Vivienne my pendant
Trust, I got a lot, if I want it, I'ma 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

She just want a bag, I had to tell that bitch, 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 that bitch door
And I think these pussies fake it
If she bad put her on, I thought I got a spot that's vacant
We know you not built like for this shit, I think it's blatant
Need five racks for a show, you can come talk to my, to my agent
Bitch, I got Margiela on my fragrance
That boy want a feat, I need my payment
And your shawty said she love me and my cadence
I guess that's why you hatin

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, bitch, you know what we on
Tryna get close to me, sorry bitch, you just cannot
Your bitch 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, bitch, 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 bitch not basic
Talkin' shit on Discord, but you won't say it to my face, bitch
Twenty twenty vision, shoutout Vee, don't need no LASIK
You want it bad, you fiendin' for our status