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

Cost a coach 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

Bitch 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 kill 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, nigga, 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 bitch, ain't stingy (Racks)

See the stars and you know they Givenchy (Star)

Go to trial and we killin' 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