Super Star Status

Quilly where the bass at Hey (DaVinci, DaVinci) Hey Hey (DaVinci, DaVinci) yeah Yo this shit so fuckin' hard no cap (Yeah) (Yeah) I had to work for this Super star status, yeah Ball like magic, yeah Brand new Patek, yeah I got a big yoppa if you really want static, yeah Imma let 'em have it, yeah Imma wreak havoc, yeah I came from the street body really droppin' It's either you toatin' or nigga you poppin' My bro got a blick if you got a problem And nigga you got something we could solve it Trap hard feel like Calboy Goyard on the bag boy No purse this a satchel Want smoke imma match you I'm from the streets where niggas really bangin' bitch Walk around pimp chain slangin' bitch Imma beast ain't no tamin' it Me and the bro gon' be finally famous bitch And I put drop top on the coupe, no roof You know how we bangin' bitch I get high like way too much Tell my brothers roll that blunt yeah Roll up yo smoke yeah I'm tryna get deady You mess with the bro turn you brain to spaghetti I sleep with one eye open like I'm Fetty Bitch I'm 'boutta slide skr in a Hemi Lil nigga I come with that water I come with that juice I just bought a Tesla my door hit the roof I play with the keys, pockets got the blues And I fuck all my bitches two by two We came for the money we came for the loot If the boy got a problem he gon me the troops Nigga no way no no way, I don't play I been killin' these bitches I feel like OJ I been gettin' this chicken ain't talkin bout poultry This shit no act this shit no role play Killin' these beats that's what I do I'm with the gang bitch who are you yeah I had to work for this Super star status, yeah Ball like magic, yeah Brand new Patek, yeah I got a big yoppa if you really want static, yeah Imma let 'em have it, yeah Imma wreak havoc, yeah I came from the street body really droppin' It's either you toatin' or nigga you poppin' My bro got a blick if you got a problem And nigga you got something we could solve it Trap hard feel like Calboy Goyard on the bag boy No purse this a satchel Want smoke imma match you Hopped out the coupe like a dragon Walk through flexin' and flashin' Shawty she attracted to the dick like a magnet Take off I'm blast in' blunts I'm ashin' I've been doin' this shit for a while now nigga Everyday I grind tryna see 6 figures Imma pull up in this bitch with the bro's and the brethren We got weapons that'll separate ya skin from ya skeleton I don't walked in the bank just to make a deposit It was me and the posse we fucked all the bank tellers You can't fuck with lil Quilly saucin' Henny in my hand got a nigga Woo walkin' I told the bitch I'm not with the talkin' Lights Camera Flashin' Flossin' When I'm on stage the bras they tossin' Money green in the face like it's makin' me nauseous Yeah I'm with the gang, gang, gang, gang and we going off (Skr) Aye I'm takin' the horse out the range I'm dippin' the Porsche (Skr) If you ain't with me then get out the way I show no remorse Is DaVinci the best in the game? Of course I had to work for this Super star status, yeah Ball like magic, yeah Brand new Patek, yeah I got a big yoppa if you really want static, yeah Imma let 'em have it, yeah Imma wreak havoc, yeah I came from the street body really droppin' It's either you toatin' or nigga you poppin' My bro got a blick if you got a problem And nigga you got something we could solve it Trap hard feel like Calboy Goyard on the bag boy No purse this a satchel Want smoke imma match you Super star status yeah Super star status yeah Super star status yeah Super star status yeah Super star status yeah Super star status yeah Super star status yeah Super star status yeah Super star status ah