Stat Pad

I need this shit now, I'm impatient
(Yeah, alright I got it)
Bring that shit to me right now 'cause I ain't waiting
Yeah, y'all know what the fuck going on
And I'm in this muhf- alright
I ain't finna say what the fuck
But really though

I'm just a young nigga from the dirty glove tryna make it
And speaking of, me and bro just rolled the glove, Gary Payton
And if you was waiting on me to show some love, you very patient
'Cause if you knew the real me you ah hate em, stop waiting, shit really
I just want a Bentayga (Phewww) Or a red Lambo Aven tay dor
Or however you say it, in ah Aventador going 280
Boys ain't gone chase me
And if they try, a high speed is where I'm finna take 'em
Like catch me if you can, yo bitch gone neck me 'cause of who I am
I can't believe this hoe got naked just 'cause she a fan
Shit, it's a lil magic to who I am, like I was Peter Pan
But shit, you can keep her man she something I won't need again
And dawg goofy ass got popped up like he won't bleed again
'Cause if we catch 'em loafing one time, he ain't gone breathe again
I pray the lord end everybody that don't want me to win
Been done fucked around & did something to 'em that put me in the pen
Unless it come with some M's, I'm staying independent
'Cause on a soul, I don't feel like I can depend
And on these songs I tend to never use a pen
Might fuck around & be the recipe to make Ben my bestfriend
And if it's up just know we don't gotta send our best man
'Cause everybody round me ah get it in, & that's that
Ah been done upped the score so much, you ah think we pad stats
And if I pass that bitch to bro, I know
He ain't gone pass back, had a nigga bm in my bed
I know she having flashbacks, tryna record us laid up
After she threw that ass back, I been pulling other niggas hoes
Since I was wearing snapbacks
And Imma be the first to blow so the fuck is a clap back? And try it with the DONs
I'll have yo block sounding like Baghdad
Think I left my kids with that bitch, I'm already a bad dad
And you can't get her back in blood if I don't want her
That's facts, I only wanted her so I could hit her from the back back
That nigga said he like my music, that's cool
But bag back
And lately I been in my duffy, that's a deep ass bag
I'm tryna up it to a briefcase, stuffed with fat racks
You gotta up the ante dawg, I know that ain't no back pack

Nigga ain't that a fucking JanSport? Yeah
But I know this life a gamble, play it like it's Blackjack
If he told me spin, I'ma be right back
Yop
Y'all know what the fuck going on
This nigga really had a motherfucking backpack