Lil Gotit - Superstar lyrics

Yeah, uh From the A to NYC Yeah, uh On God, uh It’s crazy but it’s true (Let’s go) Superstar status, yeah All dead presidents Poppin’ seals on pints of red Superstar status, yeah They finally gave me a chance (On God) Hood Baby, they understand Tell your messenger I’m breakin’ bands On that superstar status, yeah Drip all day, no ends They done got me started again Chinatown, forty tucked, eatin’ chicken Pyrex kit with the bow in the kitchen Cop some culture when I land in the city Ain’t talkin’ dreads when I say extensions Got to work my way up for the Bentley, hah hah OG kush, might lose my mind Fiji water in the Patek, long time Off top, you droppin’ them dimes B***h come hop in this ride Had to put my pride to the side Young Trap hoppin’ on a G5 Bangin’ five, no Five Guys Leave the trappin’ out my life Caught some chills for the two tone Make the racks then I go home Keep a steel in the k** zone Mind your business, you a lil’ loan Never let them make you feel wrong Ain’t got no arms I can lie on Ain’t got no arms I can cry on All in all, I hold my own Superstar status, yeah All dead presidents Poppin’ seals on pints of red Superstar status, yeah They finally gave me a chance (On God) Hood Baby, they understand Tell your messenger I’m breakin’ bands On that superstar status, yeah Superstar status, yeah, uh Got a cute ratchet, yeah, yeah Ridin’ with a baddie, yeah I put some pointers in the Patek, yeah On the flight, I pop xannies, yeah Double up, n***a, back to back Get the money, don’t panic Count the cash and rubber band it Slime, she gon’ leave you like candy (Slime) Young Gunna, I’m a Chanel bandit (Chanel) Not one of my foreign cars rented (No) Trunk in the front with an engine (Wild) Off-White jean look dingy (They dingy) Bettin’ on the b***h, ain’t stingy (Racks) See the stars and you know they Givenchy (Star) Go to trial and we k**in’ all the witness (On Gunna) Gunna still drippin’ (Gunna still drippin’) Used to get it out the kitchen (Yeah) Whip it with a beater (I whip it with a beater) Uh, Porsche two-seater (Porsche two-seater) I don’t want your feature (Nah, nah) They listen, I’m the teacher I’m a superstar creature (Just like Gotit, let’s go) Superstar status, yeah All dead presidents Poppin’ seals on pints of red Superstar status, yeah They finally gave me a chance (On God) Hood Baby, they understand Tell your messenger I’m breakin’ bands On that superstar status, yeah