Aye
While you waitin' on your attitude to switch up
I'm eatin' shrimp and grits up, gettin my dick sucked
Then afterwards I twist up, wait (Wait)
Just a little status update for these niggas who hate
Cause I transport beats like Jason Statham then
Make money clean like I'm Jason Bateman, I
Still feel chills when I hit the stages, cause
Life got real, had me tied like laces, now
Niggas in my inbox talking crazy, I
Roll up with my own rolling paper, then
Screenshot and laugh, I don't f*ck with the games
I wonder what's your thread count, we ain't cut from the same
And really, where was your hate when it was hard to maintain
And I only had a girl that used to fry me plantain
Only came cause I'm finna have a name, that's lame
I'm feeling generous lettin' you live vicariously through my reign
Jewels dropped for headtop, I had to scoop 'em up
Who's hot as Sir Hop? I got to cool it bruh
New drops just won't stop, I'm actin' foolish huh
Keep it movin' 'til they recognize I am the movement
I really do this
Leave naysayers lookin' foolish
Hate that I had to legitimize my craft for lesser humans
I got the sauce like Paul Newman and it's all my own
I serve it to you from the bottom of my corazon
This beat sound like the calm before the war went on
You know, that type of peace you never get to hold for long
But f*ck it, I'm gettin' to the provolone
Droppin' off a shipment of dope to your mobile phone
Sir Hop & Captain Kudzu - Status Update Lyrics
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Aye
While you waitin' on your attitude to switch up
I'm eatin' shrimp and grits up, gettin my dick sucked
Then afterwards I twist up, wait (Wait)
Just a little status update for these niggas who hate
Cause I transport beats like Jason Statham then
Make money clean like I'm Jason Bateman, I
Still feel chills when I hit the stages, cause
Life got real, had me tied like laces, now
Niggas in my inbox talking crazy, I
Roll up with my own rolling paper, then
Screenshot and laugh, I don't f*ck with the games
I wonder what's your thread count, we ain't cut from the same
And really, where was your hate when it was hard to maintain
And I only had a girl that used to fry me plantain
Only came cause I'm finna have a name, that's lame
I'm feeling generous lettin' you live vicariously through my reign
Jewels dropped for headtop, I had to scoop 'em up
Who's hot as Sir Hop? I got to cool it bruh
New drops just won't stop, I'm actin' foolish huh
Keep it movin' 'til they recognize I am the movement
I really do this
Leave naysayers lookin' foolish
Hate that I had to legitimize my craft for lesser humans
I got the sauce like Paul Newman and it's all my own
I serve it to you from the bottom of my corazon
This beat sound like the calm before the war went on
You know, that type of peace you never get to hold for long
But f*ck it, I'm gettin' to the provolone
Droppin' off a shipment of dope to your mobile phone
While you waitin' on your attitude to switch up
I'm eatin' shrimp and grits up, gettin my dick sucked
Then afterwards I twist up, wait (Wait)
Just a little status update for these niggas who hate
Cause I transport beats like Jason Statham then
Make money clean like I'm Jason Bateman, I
Still feel chills when I hit the stages, cause
Life got real, had me tied like laces, now
Niggas in my inbox talking crazy, I
Roll up with my own rolling paper, then
Screenshot and laugh, I don't f*ck with the games
I wonder what's your thread count, we ain't cut from the same
And really, where was your hate when it was hard to maintain
And I only had a girl that used to fry me plantain
Only came cause I'm finna have a name, that's lame
I'm feeling generous lettin' you live vicariously through my reign
Jewels dropped for headtop, I had to scoop 'em up
Who's hot as Sir Hop? I got to cool it bruh
New drops just won't stop, I'm actin' foolish huh
Keep it movin' 'til they recognize I am the movement
I really do this
Leave naysayers lookin' foolish
Hate that I had to legitimize my craft for lesser humans
I got the sauce like Paul Newman and it's all my own
I serve it to you from the bottom of my corazon
This beat sound like the calm before the war went on
You know, that type of peace you never get to hold for long
But f*ck it, I'm gettin' to the provolone
Droppin' off a shipment of dope to your mobile phone
Writer: Javarious Hopson
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Copyright: Lyrics © NIGHT MOB PUBLISHING CO INTL, O/B/O DistroKid