Check The Stats ft. Lasevv Lyrics

I'm in traffic tryna move

4, 5 Glock and switches move

Nigga playin' round on the net We pop out, put somethin' on the news

Hit a nigga in his leg That fully left his ass confused

Me and bro, we in the scat But I might switch it to a coupe

I done pulled up with that K I'm tryna bring somethin' off the roof

You get in that jam, you up your Glock, lil' bitch, you better shoot

Me and bro we passin' all these hoes, I call it alley-oop

Play that hoes just like a flute

Bitch, I got Glocks that I want shoot

I'm fresh as fuck like bitch what's new?

You got Glocks? Well I got 2

Pop out shit like what's the move?

Bitch, I'm doin' what I do

We get litty in the stu

Hop up in a Track

Fuckin' bitches back to back, tryna catch a hat

Nigga asked me for a feature but that shit be wack

Fuck you niggas in the back, Bitch, I'm in a scat

Pushing max nigga

Why you blowin' up my phone that shit trash nigga

Fuckin' on yo, bitch, I break her fuckin' back, nigga

I'm Professor, mm-hmm, motherfuckin' Racks, nigga

And I'm clutchin', huh, On that fuckin' gat, nigga

Posted in that car, Lah BJ in the back, nigga

Shoutout to young Khi, realest fucking fat nigga

You see Lil' Rob, Ima pass the fuckin' strap, nigga

You see young seven, he gon' blow you in your back, nigga

Moving pack, bitch, I done moved into the trap, nigga

Bitch, you ain't gon' use your head, might leave it in your lap, nigga

Must ain't heard I'm with some smackers, don't get smacked, nigga

Got it and I want it, that's a bet you getting jacked nigga

You want pack from me, uh, get them taxed, nigga

Niggas know we up up on the score, come check the stats, nigga

Uh, while I'm sliding, back to back, nigga

Pull up on them, trippin', leave a

(On his ass nigga)

I can't lie for this, you gon' slide for this

I'll fuckin' snatch your chain, bitch, nigga, come and die for this

I know niggas outside slidin' where they ridin' with sticks

Bitch, you can't run, we sendin' shots, tryna hit his head

I can't stop till it's done

Me and Bro, we got the Glocks, 50 bop, we get it done

We gon' hit em' in his lungs

Flip a nigga stummy, that's his tummy tum