Star Status Lyrics

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