Текст песни Star Status - August Reign

Yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
I feel like Gucci Hendrix
You dig what I'm saying

Top chef I'm the headman
Jimmy Hendrix with the headband
He don't know who he talking to
But I'm talking to a dead man
Persian rug got the floral print
Ten thousand for the floor plan
She tryna get to my bedroom but she ain't made it past the doorman
I step in the building they look alive
Probably never met a cooler guy
It's funny she dying to ride in my new whip cause all the doors suicide
I Uber that girl to the nail salon
But I know she want me to pick her up
I sent the same Uber straight back
Just to show her I ain't switching up
But it can get scary like horror story
I mix my lean in laboratory
I'm wit my bro we like Rick and Morty
We left his body wit rigor mortise (ugh)
I grab a pot and I think I'm Gordon (Ramsey)
Spin his block and put that shit in orbit (woah)
Two, two, three in the clip I'ma shoot this bitch like two Michael Jordan's
Pockets enormous yeah I'm talking Norbit yeah I'm talking big dog
Drank in my organs I'm freer then Morgan but I got these chains on (ice)
I feel like King Kong (what)
But this ain't no sing along (woah woah)
Still putting the gang on
I'll bust yo fuckin brain
I got Star Status
Star Status
Yeah the space coupe is intergalactic
Pour a four up I'm feeling fantastic
I got a foreign bitch loving my accent
Im off an adderall not an aspirin
Rockstar status hey
Rock a bald Patek hey
I'm with all baddies hey
I got Star Status

I got Star Status yeah yeah yeah
I got Star Status yeah yeah yeah (let's go let's go)
I'm wit all baddies yeah yeah yeah
I got Star Status yeah yeah yeah

Yeah yeah
Colder then a Yeti (burr)
Plus I flooded out my neck bitch I could break a levy (ice)
Yeah huh yeah huh
Screaming free my dawg (DMoss)
I be pouring too much Wock I could never cough aye

This that money talk
I could never talk
This shit in me dawg
I can't brush it off
I'm up next for real
I could flex formal
Fuck a record deal
I got sex appeal
Way too sexy, step Balenci, I pour dirt its messy (mud)
I got stripes boy you can't check me, in a coupe can't catch me (skrt)
I keep that glocky right next to me that's my fuckin' bestie
I want another face tat but my mom won't let me
I'm still her baby boy (yeah)
But now I'm making noise
Ima break her heart
Cause I ain't Kid Laroi
Ayeee feel like Prince with his guitar
I turn up and I go hard
I'm plugged in like XLR
With my twin can't tell us apart

Yeah huh yeah huh
C - Colder then a Yeti (burr)
Plus I flooded out my neck bitch I could break a levy (ice)
Yeah huh yeah huh
Screaming free my dawg (DMoss)
I be pouring too much Wock I could never cough aye

Too much lean no way
Shoot the scene 4K
She got ass yeah that's bae
Yeah okay
I pop xans till I can't talk
I pour Wock till I can't walk
That's yo man's? That nigga soft
Drop the top I'm showing off
Vert skrtt yeah I'm gone, ya bitch wanna fuck cause I'm hot now (hot)
Glock go boom like an 808, I'll come through beat a nigga block down
I'm so up I'm elevated my bitch Himalayan
Inside negro outside cocaine my whip segregated (what)
Yeah huh
Nah we don't speak the same language
I talk money, I kick doors, and my chain swangin' (swang)
The opps ain't think lil bro was on 'em, what was they thinking?
I'm screaming free all of my niggas like I'm Abe Lincoln (free 'em)

Yeah huh yeah huh
Colder then a Yeti (burr)
Plus I flooded out my neck bitch I could break a levy (ice)
Yeah huh yeah huh
Screaming free my dawg (DMoss)
I be pouring too much Wock I could never cough aye

Too much lean no way
Shoot the scene 4K
She got ass yeah that's bae
... yeah okay