Status (Woke Up)

Lyrics

[Intro: Slump6s] Woo, woo Woo, woo Woo, woo Woo, woo Woo, woo C'mon (Hollywood J) C'mon, c'mon Huh [Chorus: Slump6s] I just want the cash, cash (Let do it) How this shit make me a bad man? (Let do it) Most these nigga green like Cash App I just pulled her fuckin' SnapChat (Let go) Ho wan' eat me up, and that's that I be smokin' za' like CashNasty I can't fuck that lil' ho, that's nasty Got them rackies comin' in, gladly Yeah, woke up, I had a bag to make Woke up, I got some fashion habits Slime said, "Get you a bag", okay Opp ass nigga won't check my status I'm in that motherfuckin' fast lane All my brothers, they ball, March Madness Don't get hit with that stick, baby I don't want shit to end up tragic for ya [Verse 1: Slump6s] I'm in that Maybach (Ha), ain't finna spray back (Ha) I'm the one damagin' (C'mon) That bitch my headache, no, I can't stand the ho I need a medic, lean got me talkin' slow Big body truck, bitch I know how to park it though D-Wade, LeBron, to my twin how I lob it though (I do) I'm smokin' strong, yeah this blunt got me coughin', ho My bitch got orange hair like Kim Possible (Yeah, like Kim Possible) Fuck them stunts, overcame every obstacle (Every obstacle) He got heat, put on hood, nigga drop the role Yo bitch pulled up on me, how I stop the ho? (Woo) Skrrt up out of here, yeah, my team they unstoppable Wock' in my cup, but I don't need no doctor for it (Wock' in my cup) Everything I got on me, you could not afford (Wock' in my cup) Don't try one of my niggas, they knockin' doors (Skrrt) Don't try one of my hoes 'cause I'm knockin' yours (Knockin' yours) N-n-nigga stealin' my flow, thinkin' no one notice (No one notice) Real ass nigga, ain't puttin' on no persona (No persona) Heard he rockin' fake shit, so we don't endorse (Don't endorse) Niggas know all the shit I done did before Ridin' 'round skrrtin' in a hatchback (Woo) Turn lil' bro to a hashtag (Woo) Nigga want smoke, we can match that (Woo, hol' up) O-o-only want guap, where the racks at? (Woo), yeah [Chorus: Slump6s] I just want the cash, cash (Let get it) How this shit make me a bad man? (Let do it) Most these nigga green like Cash App (Yeah) I just pulled her fuckin' SnapChat (Let go) Ho wan' eat me up, and that's that I be smokin' za' like CashNasty I can't fuck that lil' ho, that's nasty (Woo) Got them rackies comin' in, gladly (Woo) Yeah, woke up, I had a bag to make (Ah) Woke up, I got some fashion habits Slime said, "Get you a bag", okay (Ooh-ooh) Opp ass nigga won't check my status I'm in that motherfuckin' fast lane (Yeah) All my brothers, they ball, March Madness Don't get hit with that stick, baby (Bop, bop, bop, bop) I don't want shit to end up tragic (Bop) [Verse 2: Lil Gnar, Slump6s] Don't wanna see you again (Don't wanna see you again) We put a hole in yo chest (We put a hole in yo—, blatt) I was just smokin' a cig', baby (Bop, bop, bop) I was just holdin' my breath (Bop, bop) I got a double C, baby (I got a double C) My bitch in love with Chanel (Bop, bop) I'm finna put that flag on 'em (Hollywood J) We finna send them to Hell (Bop, bop, bop, bop) Big body Tonka, ho, trip to Galapagos I'm gettin' dough, like I'm workin' for Dominos (Yeah) I whipe his nose, for my mo'fuckin' partner, though Like I went fishin', can't catch me without a pole [?] Since I had started, I knew I was chosen 7.62 hit his leg, now it's broken Spin in the 'Cat 'cause this motherfucker stolen I'm in the hot box, I'm 'bout to flame shit (I'm 'bout to flame), what? Drive in the Rolls truck, I'm with my main bitch (I'm with my main bitch) Yeah, I just hopped out the bed, and went to the bank, bitch (Went to the bank) Yo nigga ain't havin' no cash, he can't even make rent (Bop, bop, bop) [Chorus: Slump6s] I just want the cash, cash (Let get it) How that shit make me a bad man? (Let do it) Most these nigga green like Cash App (Yeah) I just pulled her fuckin' SnapChat (Let go) Ho wan' eat me up, and that's that I be smokin' za' like CashNasty I can't fuck that lil' ho, that's nasty (Woo, woo) Got them rackies comin' in, gladly (Woo, woo) Yeah, woke up, I had a bag to make (Ah) Woke up, I got some fashion habits Slime said, "Get you a bag", okay (Ooh-ooh) Opp ass nigga won't check my status I'm in that motherfuckin' fast lane (Yeah) All my brothers, they ball, March Madness Don't get hit with that stick, baby (Bop, bop, boop) I don't want shit to end up tragic (Bop) [Outro: Slump6s & Jordan Gilty] (Woo) Ayy, top dog, the most hated Nigga know what the fuck goin' on (Woo) Been countin' up the most bread, been havin' the most bitches, been havin' the most motion (Woo) You know? That goes for everything (Hollywood J) I don't want see nothin' end up tragic (If I catch another motherfucker talkin' sweet about Slump, I'm fuckin' slumpin' 'em) (I'm not fuckin' playin' no more)