criiipa cognito - Stats Up (feat. $ensei Threezy & Udon) Lyrics

Boy get ya stats up, stats up, stats up, stats up
Dubs getting stacked up, stacked up, stacked up, getting stacked up
Make a nigga act up, act up, act up, act up
Boys getting passed up, passed up, passed up, passed up

Fall on that bitch like I'm playing Twister with a nigga aunt and sister and the babysitter, mane deliver
Flowing like a lazy river, all these niggas cheesy
Someone get a cam and take a picture so that they remember it's a mad difference
Never running out of bars that's a max sentence
You the type of nigga give this shit a bad image
If I slip out of my bag I'll be back in it in a fast minute like the flash with it
Brilliant, criiip be coming with the trill shit
Niggas in a pickle cause I'm what they gotta deal with
Need a hospital I be bringing all the ill shit
They be mad don't nobody feel it but hey

Boy get ya stats up, stats up, stats up, stats up
Dubs getting stacked up, stacked up, stacked up, getting stacked up
Make a nigga act up, act up, act up, act up
Boys getting passed up, passed up, passed up, passed up

Gotta hustle from these flows, whoop that trick shit
Can't be worshiping these hoes that's some simp shit
I just manicured my left hand on some pimp shit
Need my money running long like the Simpsons
But bitch I'm young and reckless
Stacking up my bread just like it's Tetris
Yo dream bitch in my bench and off my checklist
She been talking reckless, she just gave me throat for a necklace
But all she got was a f*cked up lacefront
Back in this bitch like naw bitch I can't front
Pay to play or get escorted out the way
Don't get extorted tryna play cause you gone lose yo life today like Cast Away
Sick like Tommy Hanks, running game like Forest mane
Ain't no gain without the pain
Got my life on track but I'm still gone f*cking train

Boy get ya stats up, stats up, stats up, stats up
Dubs getting stacked up, stacked up, stacked up, getting stacked up
Make a nigga act up, act up, act up, act up
Boys getting passed up, passed up, passed up, passed up

It's the story of the week, right hand to left cheek and vice versa
This the story for the weak, I use to be you and you use to be me
Oh how the roles done switched
One quit when the other didn't leave
It's all up to me to return from defeat
Weights like Rock Lee, might guy up in the sweet
Looking like a Shounen manga except the beast done broke free
Weather God's raining L's all overneath the f*cking heat
All the while bringing sales fresh as hell sunny beach
Since what the f*ck is E?
Still swinging on that leash
Handlebars engraved in my motherf*cking flesh

Boy get ya stats up, stats up, stats up, stats up
Dubs getting stacked up, stacked up, stacked up, getting stacked up