Kur - Stats lyrics

[Hook] Don’t wanna be friends with none of these n***as theses n***as is back biters I keep up my head don’t get enough credit cause sh** i don’t act like em They tryna get ahead they study my style these [???] wanna rap like me I know fasure you ain’t trap like me one 25 [???] 58 58 Craig poppin, you ain’t got no stats like me Cutla** Ciera i trapped out it, you ain’t got no stats like me For b**hes that used to talk bad bout me, you ain’t got no stats like me You ain’t got no stacks like me, You ain’t got no stacks like me (you ain’t got it) [Verse 1: Kur] Happy my hard life is over It’s gon’ get hard when you closer b*tches got all type of motifs Let that sh** fly don’t approach us Giving it time when it get slower Waking up high never sober I’m staying silent never [???] I’m in the valley chilling smoking She want kitana’s we gon [???] Came from the bottom shot was open Yo I got loud out I was posted Don’t need a timeout dawg i’m focused n***as gon wild out snapping [???] ni**as start hiding when they owe you Call me i’m grinding i was mogle Late night i’m out there I was sober Crashed the wheel it was totaled n***as be thirsty on these socials n***as thats thirty I could coach ‘em Imma keep working like i’m ‘posed to Don’t take it personal i ain’t expose you Dozing off I just had two circles Showing off now I got em nervous Going I finally feel my purpose Got it off everyday i’m serving I needed some money i was hurting On the next b**h cause this ain’t working On the next lick cause this ain’t working Catch me a purse the same person I use to hang out past curfew I use to hang out past [Hook] Don’t wanna be friends with none of these n***as theses n***as is back biters I keep up my head don’t get enough credit cause sh** i don’t act like em They tryna get ahead they study my style these [???] wanna rap like me I know fasure you ain’t trap like me one 25 [???] 58 58 Craig poppin, you ain’t got no stats like me Cutla** Ciera I trapped out it, you ain’t got no stats like me For b**hes that used to talk bad bout me, you ain’t got no stats like me You ain’t got no stacks like me, You ain’t got no stacks like me (you ain’t got it) [Verse 2: Mozzy] You n***as ain’t get to the bags like me Conversating tryna act like me I be hopping out mad icy Called the lil b**h [???] Every n***a in the clan slimey Hella n***as in the can fighting Gang banging I stand by it Any n***a get stand by it Any n***a get blamed bout it thats word out to [???] Hell gang [???] And we don’t tolerate squealing I got some k**ers with me right now They tired of just sitting around I got some pounds in the house [???] I need a mill [???] in my account I’m just thinking out loud I was thinking bout a new rollie and I might as well bust down They know i’m up a hunnid couple thou Bro running running round Mickey mouse on the chopstick b**h thats a whole hunnid rounds I see the money imma run it down I don’t f** around when it come to that How you don’t feed the n***as that you be around nah we ain’t into nun of that I see the money imma run it down I don’t f** around when it come to that How you don’t feed the n***as that you be around nah we ain’t into nun of that [Hook] Don’t wanna be friends with none of these n***as theses n***as is back biters I keep up my head don’t get enough credit cause sh** i don’t act like em They tryna get ahead they study my style these [???] wanna rap like me I know fasure you ain’t trap like me one 25 [???] 58 58 Craig poppin, you ain’t got no stats like me Cutla** Ciera I trapped out it, you ain’t got no stats like me For b**hes that used to talk bad bout me, you ain’t got no stats like me You ain’t got no stacks like me, You ain’t got no stacks like me (you ain’t got it)