[Lyric] STATS (Fordeeg)

[Intro]
Where’s your soul
Find it where you don’t just wanna fly
Leave your home
Are you scared to die

[Verse]
I got pieces missing out my bag packed full of goodies
Shawty damn, kiss that on tip
Licking ain't no cooties
Shawty booty more pronounced
When she pick dress that show her beauty
Like my track I date and take that bitch to
Hilton not the boonies
Coca Cola hit I got 8’s and flip
DA wobble on my dick
This shit macho as it get
You apostle or you simp
You a braful for some tits
I was hollow like them tips
Id make $300 a week
I need more until I’m geeked
I don’t want to go to sleep
Folding swishers ain’t no crease
Fascination with the police
And how them bitchеs get to eat
50k you took my stash
100k I need it back
I inhale your quartеr pack
This just options quarter back
I don’t owe you nun but half
I don’t show you on my graph
How you lagging with your stats
I’m just magnum ain’t no rap
Popping shots n it’s a wrap
Tyson wraps and fucking macs
Bullets stacks which b my racks
All my raps are straight attacks
All my gats they blowing back
All my straps they come attached
To my magic and my bag
[Outro]
Motorol'
I can hear your call
Telephone
Holding our resolve