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 sh*t make me a bad man? (Let do it)
Most these n*gga green like Cash App
I just pulled her f*ckin' SnapChat (Let go)
Ho wan' eat me up, and that's that
I be smokin' za' like CashNasty
I can't f*ck 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 n*gga won't check my status
I'm in that motherf*ckin' fast lane
All my brothers, they ball March Madness
Don't get hit with that stick, baby
I don't want sh*t 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 b*tch my headache, no, I can't stand the ho
I need a medic, lean got me talkin' slow
Big body truck, b*tch 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 b*tch got orange hair like Kim Possible (Yeah, like Kim Possible)
f*ck them stunts, overcame every obstacle (Every obstacle)
He got heat, put on hood, n*gga drop the role
Yo b*tch 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 n*ggas, they knockin' doors (Skrrt)
Don't try one of my hoes 'cause I'm knockin' yours (Knockin' yours)
N-N-n*gga stealin' my flow, thinkin' no one knows (No one knows)
Real ass n*gga, ain't puttin' on no persona (No persona)
Heard he rockin' fake sh*t, so we don't endorse 'em (Don't endorse 'em)
n*ggas know all the sh*t I done did before
Ridin' 'round skrrtin' in a hatchback (Woo)
Turn lil' bro to a hashtag (Woo)
n*gga 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 sh*t make me a bad man? (Let do it)
Most these n*gga green like Cash App (Yeah)
I just pulled her f*ckin' SnapChat (Let go)
Ho wan' eat me up, and that's that
I be smokin' za' like CashNasty
I can't f*ck 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 n*gga won't check my status
I'm in that motherf*ckin' 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 sh*t 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 b*tch 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'f*ckin' 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 he broken
Spin in the 'cat, get it motherf*ckin' stolen
I'm in the hot box, I'm 'bout to flame sh*t (I'm 'bout to flame), what?
Drive in the Rolls truck, I'm with my main b*tch (I'm with my main b*tch)
Yeah, I just hopped out the bed, and went to the bank, b*tch (Went to the bank)
Yo n*gga 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 sh*t make me a bad man? (Let do it)
Most these n*gga green like Cash App (Yeah)
I just pulled her f*ckin' SnapChat (Let go)
Ho wan' eat me up, and that's that
I be smokin' za' like CashNasty
I can't f*ck 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 n*gga won't check my status
I'm in that motherf*ckin' 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 sh*t to end up tragic (Bop)

[Outro: Slump6s & Jordan Gilty]
(Woo)
Ayy, top dog, the most hated
n*gga know what the f*ck goin' on (Woo)
Been countin' up the most bread, been havin' the most b*tches, 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 motherf*cker talkin' sweet about Slump, I'm f*ckin' slumpin' 'em)
(I'm not f*ckin' playin' no more)