Baby Keem - STATS lyrics
Hykeem Jamaal Carter Jr.
[Baby Keem - STATS lyrics]
Fuck you, nigga, if you don't call me back
Lose my fuckin’ number hol' up, ayy
Smile, ho, take a picture with me
I drive solo when my gas is on E
'Cause if I get pulled over
Then there’s a problem
Baby Keem got issues and
Money can't solve them, ayy
I got a bitch that love to do the extras
I pull a bad bitch whenever I want, ayy
I keep a kickstand, rock band in my trunk
Ayy baby Keem just humbled a model
Not a fake one, a real one, don't stunt
(Hol' up)
Instagram pics, that's just a front
(Hol' up)
Lil' bitch, you ain't gettin’ no gun
(Tick tick) flex up
Why my check bought a necklace? I wrecked it
Hoes in my backseat, fuck, I guessed it, ayy
Ballsy target practice, bullseye
Nigga, it’s just you and I, ayy
(Die for my bitch, die, die, die, die, die)
Ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah, hol' up
Ayy, first thing’s first when I pop
I'ma get your ho thirsty
I sign my paycheck in cursive, I'm worthy
(yeah) hoes in the VIP always
Talkin' ’bout my fashion
I tell her watch her tone
Baby Keem ain't no virgin (yeah, yeah)
Bitch, I don't have insurance to the
Wheels because I skrrt it (yeah, yeah)
I just lied to your bitch
She want me to insert it (Ayy, yeah)
My Rollie, ayy, you ain't
Stunt like I stunted, ayy
Ten toes on the deck, I'm floated, ayy
(yeah) scary with the clip unloaded, ayy
(yeah) , yeah
Yeah, parked on the deck, finna scoop up
Lil' stupid (Woah)
If you ain't take the L
You's a liar or stupid (Woah)
I still got a bitch on the side, lil' stupid
Just talked to my lil' Rocky yesterday
Undisputed oh, you got my bitch? I dipped
It in again, I did, i did
She gon' say my name if
You hit again, I did, i did
She can never find a new me
Ain't no one equivalent (yeah, yeah)
And I make her want to leave
Him but I'm only visitin', ayy
(yeah, yeah) walk up in this bitch
I'm feelin' like the black Brad Paisley
(Woah)
Stay ten toes 'cause the opps don't faze me
(Woah) 2019 and I'm back on your playlist
(Oh my God) i was born to get a bag
You niggas complacent (Oh my God)
Out with the old, I said in with the new
(Ayy) let my old hoes view my
Snaps 'cause I'm cool, ayy
My mama did it, ayy, 'cause
Her son chose up, ayy
(yeah, yeah) now I'm spendin' racks on a
Four by four truck (yeah, yeah)
I don't hang with emotionals
Big rock band, walk around for promotional
Stats on me, bitch, stop talkin' to me, ayy
Stats on me, bitch, stop talkin' to me
(Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Lose my fuckin’ number hol' up, ayy
Smile, ho, take a picture with me
I drive solo when my gas is on E
'Cause if I get pulled over
Then there’s a problem
Baby Keem got issues and
Money can't solve them, ayy
I got a bitch that love to do the extras
I pull a bad bitch whenever I want, ayy
I keep a kickstand, rock band in my trunk
Ayy baby Keem just humbled a model
Not a fake one, a real one, don't stunt
(Hol' up)
Instagram pics, that's just a front
(Hol' up)
Lil' bitch, you ain't gettin’ no gun
(Tick tick) flex up
Why my check bought a necklace? I wrecked it
Hoes in my backseat, fuck, I guessed it, ayy
Ballsy target practice, bullseye
Nigga, it’s just you and I, ayy
(Die for my bitch, die, die, die, die, die)
Ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah, hol' up
Ayy, first thing’s first when I pop
I'ma get your ho thirsty
I sign my paycheck in cursive, I'm worthy
(yeah) hoes in the VIP always
Talkin' ’bout my fashion
I tell her watch her tone
Baby Keem ain't no virgin (yeah, yeah)
Bitch, I don't have insurance to the
Wheels because I skrrt it (yeah, yeah)
I just lied to your bitch
She want me to insert it (Ayy, yeah)
My Rollie, ayy, you ain't
Stunt like I stunted, ayy
Ten toes on the deck, I'm floated, ayy
(yeah) scary with the clip unloaded, ayy
(yeah) , yeah
Yeah, parked on the deck, finna scoop up
Lil' stupid (Woah)
If you ain't take the L
You's a liar or stupid (Woah)
I still got a bitch on the side, lil' stupid
Just talked to my lil' Rocky yesterday
Undisputed oh, you got my bitch? I dipped
It in again, I did, i did
She gon' say my name if
You hit again, I did, i did
She can never find a new me
Ain't no one equivalent (yeah, yeah)
And I make her want to leave
Him but I'm only visitin', ayy
(yeah, yeah) walk up in this bitch
I'm feelin' like the black Brad Paisley
(Woah)
Stay ten toes 'cause the opps don't faze me
(Woah) 2019 and I'm back on your playlist
(Oh my God) i was born to get a bag
You niggas complacent (Oh my God)
Out with the old, I said in with the new
(Ayy) let my old hoes view my
Snaps 'cause I'm cool, ayy
My mama did it, ayy, 'cause
Her son chose up, ayy
(yeah, yeah) now I'm spendin' racks on a
Four by four truck (yeah, yeah)
I don't hang with emotionals
Big rock band, walk around for promotional
Stats on me, bitch, stop talkin' to me, ayy
Stats on me, bitch, stop talkin' to me
(Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)