Superstar Lil Gotit (Ft. Gunna)

[Intro: Lil Gotit]
Yeah, uh
From the A to NYC
Yeah, uh
On God, uh
It's crazy but it's true (Let's go)

[Chorus: Lil Gotit]
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

[Verse 1: Lil Gotit]
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
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