STATS Lyrics | Baby Keem


STATS Lyrics | Baby Keem

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 and 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 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 for 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 fifth 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 seen light, I stole it, ayy

Ten toes on the deck, I’m floated, ayy (Yeah)

Scary with the clip unloaded, ayy (Yeah)

Yeah, parked on the deck, finna scoop up, lil’ stupid (Whoa)

If you ain’t take the L, you’s a liar, stupid (Whoa)

I still got a bitch on the side, lil’ stupid

Just talked to my lil’ Rocky yesterday, undisputed

Oh, you got my bitch? I dip 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)

Walk up in this bitch, I’m feelin’ like the black Brad Paisley (Whoa)

Stay ten toes ’cause the opps don’t faze me (Whoa)

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 me 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)


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