Gabe Urban Status (Freestyle) Lyrics

[Intro]
G Urban

[Verse]
That pack came in it's crazy
Got back like 80
Talking like I need it
Na I dont f*ckin' need it
Don't ask me for features
Your verse is f*ckin' worthless
That money stackin' perfect
Never front, I earned it
Talking like you fiendin'
Heart is cold, anemic
We don't talk unless we f*ckin'
Bitch you wanna see me
You gon' ride up on this dick until you get enough
Man thats f*cked
'Cus you really ain't gonna get enough

I got the diamonds, they go on my chain
Bitch I got status just look up the name
Check out them commas I dropped in the bank
Don't give a f*ck what you gotta say
You don't want smoke
Cus you know you gon' choke
Shooter just called and he said he on go
Abel just mixing the beat, aye
Rellek just killing this shit, aye

Bitch Im just banging this shit, ay
G Urban's jsut reppin' the set, aye
I cannot talk with you bitch
I cannot f*ck with your kind
Look like a demon inside (yuh)
I cannot f*ck with your kind (nah)
30, it hand wit a dick (aye) Ready to bust in your shit

I cannot f*ck with you birds
Wasn't with me in the dirt
Only see me, I'm the 1st
Smoking a pound the herb
Got me outta this world (world, world)
Niggas hatin' on the gang
And I'm running up these chains
Got me swinging, goin bang
Nigga dont hate that I'm gang
I been just trapping my lane
Bitch I just stay in my lane

Don't ever speak on my name
Unless you is watching you back
I cannot f*ck with no rat
I cannot f*ck with that
I cannot f*ck with that
The money made me a fiend
For everything that I don't need
Doesn't matter to me
Demons they speaking to me
Tell me who Imma be (aye)
I'm everything you wanna be
I got everything you need
Florida's Finest f*ck with me
Get me goin', Im a beast
Stomach humming for them p's
Send em out for them g's
Touchdown like AB
I'm getting that profit, yeah yea
(Cash Money baby)
I'm getting that profit, yeah yea
(I'm getting that profit, yeah yea)

G Urban