CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Statistic
Turn you to a statistic, you'll be just another dead n***a
I'm not Moneybagg Yo, but b*t*h, I'm a breadwinner
I got hoes tellin' me I'm handsome in my DM
I got b*t*hes tryna cause friction with my BM
Feelin' like Tyreke, I'm havin' this power
Send my jackboy, not the one who from Broward
Poppin' the clip in the TEC, I'ma foul 'em
I just be scammin' and sellin' this flower
Feelin' geeked up like I just hit some powder
I lit up a blunt, now Miami feel louder
After I f**ked her, I hopped in the shower
She think that I need her, I told her I doubt it
Investing in real estatе, buying up houses
I'm runnin' in Cali, I'm joggin' up mountains
I'm tryna stay grounded, I check my surroundings
I'm using this digi', I'm wеighin' up ounces
She got a bubble, I love how she bounce it
She love to watch me, she love how I count it
Every time that we be f**kin', I'm slappin' that ass
Yeah, I just love how it's soundin'
Take your b*t*h out to a secret location
She feelin' real comfy, she walkin' 'round naked
I'm real, I can't fake it, I hustle, I make it
I run to the money, I'm sprintin', they waitin'
I'm anxious, got jealous, you know I'm impatient
Got 'za in my bag, so they smellin' my fragrance
I'm always recordin' the trap, it's no datin'
I love when my n***as get money, no hatin'
Told that b*t*h that she ain't nothin' special, she just like the rest
n***a said he tried his shot with Shooter and he got finessed
I got PTSD with this stick like an army vet
I should've went to school to be an accountant the way I count this check
They finna crash for the gang, that's a fact, though
He thought it was sweet 'til a n***a got backdoored
Call up a bank on a motherf**kin' trap phone
Hit from the back, I'ma f**k up her backbone
308 hit him, that n***a collapsing
They scared of the Circle, it ain't no reaction
Kick in your door while I'm rockin' some fashion
Run up them M's, now I'm out of they bracket
Turn you to a statistic, you'll be just another dead n***a
I'm not Moneybagg Yo, but b*t*h, I'm a breadwinner
I got hoes tellin' me I'm handsome in my DM
I got b*t*hes tryna cause friction with my BM
Feelin' like Tyreke, I'm havin' this power
Send my jackboy, not the one who from Broward
Poppin' the clip in the TEC, I'ma foul 'em
I just be scammin' and sellin' this flower
Feelin' geeked up like I just hit some powder
I lit up a blunt, now Miami feel louder
After I f**ked her, I hopped in the shower
She think that I need her, I told her I doubt it
I'm not Moneybagg Yo, but b*t*h, I'm a breadwinner
I got hoes tellin' me I'm handsome in my DM
I got b*t*hes tryna cause friction with my BM
Feelin' like Tyreke, I'm havin' this power
Send my jackboy, not the one who from Broward
Poppin' the clip in the TEC, I'ma foul 'em
I just be scammin' and sellin' this flower
Feelin' geeked up like I just hit some powder
I lit up a blunt, now Miami feel louder
After I f**ked her, I hopped in the shower
She think that I need her, I told her I doubt it
Investing in real estatе, buying up houses
I'm runnin' in Cali, I'm joggin' up mountains
I'm tryna stay grounded, I check my surroundings
I'm using this digi', I'm wеighin' up ounces
She got a bubble, I love how she bounce it
She love to watch me, she love how I count it
Every time that we be f**kin', I'm slappin' that ass
Yeah, I just love how it's soundin'
Take your b*t*h out to a secret location
She feelin' real comfy, she walkin' 'round naked
I'm real, I can't fake it, I hustle, I make it
I run to the money, I'm sprintin', they waitin'
I'm anxious, got jealous, you know I'm impatient
Got 'za in my bag, so they smellin' my fragrance
I'm always recordin' the trap, it's no datin'
I love when my n***as get money, no hatin'
Told that b*t*h that she ain't nothin' special, she just like the rest
n***a said he tried his shot with Shooter and he got finessed
I got PTSD with this stick like an army vet
I should've went to school to be an accountant the way I count this check
They finna crash for the gang, that's a fact, though
He thought it was sweet 'til a n***a got backdoored
Call up a bank on a motherf**kin' trap phone
Hit from the back, I'ma f**k up her backbone
308 hit him, that n***a collapsing
They scared of the Circle, it ain't no reaction
Kick in your door while I'm rockin' some fashion
Run up them M's, now I'm out of they bracket
Turn you to a statistic, you'll be just another dead n***a
I'm not Moneybagg Yo, but b*t*h, I'm a breadwinner
I got hoes tellin' me I'm handsome in my DM
I got b*t*hes tryna cause friction with my BM
Feelin' like Tyreke, I'm havin' this power
Send my jackboy, not the one who from Broward
Poppin' the clip in the TEC, I'ma foul 'em
I just be scammin' and sellin' this flower
Feelin' geeked up like I just hit some powder
I lit up a blunt, now Miami feel louder
After I f**ked her, I hopped in the shower
She think that I need her, I told her I doubt it
