Phoreign - Stats (feat. Amenproducer) Lyrics

Her momma was a savage
That's how I know she bout it
She ain't nothing average
I promise you she got it
She don't take Ls she get it in
Nothing you can tell her she Here to win
She a D cup and a handful
Said she like me Cus I'm handsome

Phoreign like a challenge but she wallyn
Can't be more of a nigga than I am
I said Tone it down tone it down, baby I don't like how you sound
We gon do things my way now
I'm the man in my town
Said I'm the man in my town rest of you niggas clowns

As the time pass ,like Steve Nash
I fill up the stats , Lebron with the Heat, mavs
Triple double phoreign
Another triple double for him
Hooks melodies and rap
Killing these rappers wth out straps

I could never say I did it by myself
But If ain't start alone I wouldn't get help
They always judge how things dealt
But they never ask how a nigga felt
Just a young nigga focused on the wealth
I Remember days I couldn't buy a belt
Nggas is sagging backwards ,spelt
If you wanna know how my pants Held

Putting up points on the scoreboard
Taking my shots and they falling
Filling up stats on the scoreboard
Pull up from half bitch I'm balling
Man down , man down
You gon make me pull up on you
Let me hit a triple double on you
Feeling dwhasy Baby Ima pull up on you
Fill up the stat sheet
Fill up the stat sheet
Fill up the stat sheet
Fill up the stat sheet
Feel like LeBron James I fill up the stat sheet
I do it all , do it all let me fill up the stat sheet

Feel like Kyrie with the Celtics (jelly)
Veins on 5 below Celsius (ice)
Mans not hot so it's perfect
Even niggas that are dead they Felt this
Keep the grass low for the Serpent
Kd ass niggas be lurking
Airplane mode on you niggas whoa
With the black mask I'm a ball hog whoa

The one twice over I'm The new 11
Sit back I know it's gonna take a second
Do the math my nigga pain equal blessings
Stop reaching or Ima teach you a lesson
Every night cooking at the garden this is not a first
I feel like p harden when ever I start a verse
4th quarter I turn into the 4th president
James Madison , my court vision is haven't sent

This is for the niggas who don't really think I'm balling
Your whole wife on me but I think that she annoying
I'm yawnin
Roll over and hit it in the morning
She hype af finally riding a phoreign

Hype af and pero i don't really get it
Wait I do, bitches love to get deaded
Ho ass bitch in her forehead embedded
Always getting cropped outta pics she beheaded

Nigga like me got like 35 bodies
Few of them loyal most of em thottin
Few of them ugly most of them godly

I'm telling ya myself so don't ask about me
Them my stats

Putting up points on the scoreboard
Taking my shots and they falling
Filling up stats on the scoreboard
Pull up from half bitch I'm balling
Man down , man down
You gon make me pull up on you
Let me hit a triple double on you
Feeling dwhasy Baby Ima pull up on you
Fill up the stat sheet
Fill up the stat sheet
Fill up the stat sheet
Fill up the stat sheet
Feel like LeBron James I fill up the stat sheet
I do it all , do it all let me fill up the stat sheet