Stat Pad

I need this shit now, I'm impatient (Yeah, alright I got it) Bring that shit to me right now 'cause I ain't waiting Yeah, y'all know what the f*ck going on And I'm in this muhf- alright I ain't finna say what the f*ck But really though I'm just a young nigga from the dirty glove tryna make it And speaking of, me and bro just rolled the glove, Gary Payton And if you was waiting on me to show some love, you very patient 'Cause if you knew the real me you ah hate em, stop waiting, shit really I just want a Bentayga (Phewww) Or a red Lambo Aven tay dor Or however you say it, in ah Aventador going 280 Boys ain't gone chase me And if they try, a high speed is where I'm finna take 'em Like catch me if you can, yo bitch gone neck me 'cause of who I am I can't believe this hoe got naked just 'cause she a fan Shit, it's a lil magic to who I am, like I was Peter Pan But shit, you can keep her man she something I won't need again And dawg goofy ass got popped up like he won't bleed again 'Cause if we catch 'em loafing one time, he ain't gone breathe again I pray the lord end everybody that don't want me to win Been done fucked around & did something to 'em that put me in the pen Unless it come with some M's, I'm staying independent 'Cause on a soul, I don't feel like I can depend And on these songs I tend to never use a pen Might f*ck around & be the recipe to make Ben my bestfriend And if it's up just know we don't gotta send our best man 'Cause everybody round me ah get it in, & that's that Ah been done upped the score so much, you ah think we pad stats And if I pass that bitch to bro, I know He ain't gone pass back, had a nigga bm in my bed I know she having flashbacks, tryna record us laid up After she threw that ass back, I been pulling other niggas hoes Since I was wearing snapbacks And Imma be the first to blow so the f*ck is a clap back? And try it with the DONs I'll have yo block sounding like Baghdad Think I left my kids with that bitch, I'm already a bad dad And you can't get her back in blood if I don't want her That's facts, I only wanted her so I could hit her from the back back That nigga said he like my music, that's cool But bag back And lately I been in my duffy, that's a deep ass bag I'm tryna up it to a briefcase, stuffed with fat racks You gotta up the ante dawg, I know that ain't no back pack Nigga ain't that a fucking JanSport? Yeah But I know this life a gamble, play it like it's Blackjack If he told me spin, I'ma be right back Yop Y'all know what the f*ck going on This nigga really had a motherfucking backpack