STATS Lyrics

Bitch I'm back hoe

Shoot like I'm a clipper, walking bucket, check the stats hoe

Make that money, damn I'm getting richer, need that bag hoe

I heard yous a bitch who's talking shit, come get some hands hoe

Need a presi watch and cuban chains, no Fidel Castro

Dive in the pit, no swan bitch

I'm bouta blow like a bomb bitch

Out in LA with the palm trees

Look at my neck, it's on freeze

Brand new fit, told'em peep my stance

Told that hoe she ain't in my plans

Brand new J's, but I still rock Vans

S14, can't get no lamb

They wanna peep my money, my chain, my swag, my flow, like goddamn

Yo bitch swinging round us, goin down on us, she scream like tarzan

Fiver percent tint on the whip, with an all black fit, got me feeling like batman

Hop on that beat, go loco, bitch I go crazy, think I'm a madman

Bitches think they Carti, saying "Imma die lit"

I can't die young, paranoia, keep a stick, aye

Yo bitch poppin pussy, I be poppin on my hits

You get disrespectful, watch you crumble like a ritz

Bitch I'm back hoe

Shoot like I'm a clipper, walking bucket, check the stats hoe

Make that money, damn I'm getting richer, need that bag hoe

I heard yous a bitch who talking shit, come get some hands hoe

Need a presi watch and cuban chains, no Fidel Castro