Yung Baller - stat-man Lyrics

She's a stat-man (Uh)
She a batman (Uh)
She a bad girl (Uh)
Rob you like Batman (Uh)
She's a stat-man (Uh)
She's a stat-man (Uh)
She a stat girl (Uh)
Make her legs twirl
She riding round deep, in a 30
Chopping my stick
Got shoot at the opps, and i got 10 blicks
Nigga, we ain't the cops, nigga we can not fix
They said, "Chris, why you still shooting"
"Nigga you rich"
Why ?, i still want the money that a nigga owe me
Yeah, nigga
Back in the day, when we was homies
Now i chop him up, put him in the sewer like baloney
Yeah, we gone chop em, chop shit, like chopsticks
We get em popped quick like pop corn
I'm not gone lie, baby
You got me acting different
I don't know how to act when you distant
Baby, come back to the stu' right now
All my VVS's is distant
Like i said, we was rolling down deep
With 30 niggas in the back seat
Passing chops, and sticks
Like a baton at a track meet
You cannot flag me
Like a lighter i'm sparked, Vs chain glow in the dark
She tryna ride the boat, like Noahs arc
She's a stat-man (Uh)
She a batman (Uh)
She a bad girl (Uh)
Rob you like Batman (Uh)
Pick and choose wisely
And i pick and chooser her twice
I been through adversity and strife
Tryna put my babygirl on a private flight
Yeah, to Barbados (Yeah)
My bitch a angel, hold on to her halo
I wouldn't cheat, even if she was J-Lo
Out the picture, you can get cropped out
If we don't share the same vision, we can't exchange contacts
Babygirl, and you know me
I see you babygirl, can you see me ?
We shining bright like we right on TV
And we all know that's why
She's a stat-man (Uh)
She a batman (Uh)
She a badmon (Uh)
She a bad girl (Uh)
Rob you like Batman

She's a stat-man (Uh)
She a batman (Uh)
She a bad girl (Uh)
Rob you like Batman (Uh)
She's a stat-man (Uh)
She's a stat-man (Uh)
She a stat girl (Uh)
Make her legs twirl
She riding round deep, in a 30
Chopping my stick
Got shoot at the opps, and i got 10 blicks
Nigga, we ain't the cops, nigga we can not fix
They said, "Chris, why you still shooting"
"Nigga you rich"
Why ?, i still want the money that a nigga owe me
Yeah, nigga
Back in the day, when we was homies
Now i chop him up, put him in the sewer like baloney
Yeah, we gone chop em, chop shit, like chopsticks
We get em popped quick like pop corn
I'm not gone lie, baby
You got me acting different
I don't know how to act when you distant
Baby, come back to the stu' right now
All my VVS's is distant
Like i said, we was rolling down deep
With 30 niggas in the back seat
Passing chops, and sticks
Like a baton at a track meet
You cannot flag me
Like a lighter i'm sparked, Vs chain glow in the dark
She tryna ride the boat, like Noahs arc
She's a stat-man (Uh)
She a batman (Uh)
She a bad girl (Uh)
Rob you like Batman (Uh)
Pick and choose wisely
And i pick and chooser her twice
I been through adversity and strife
Tryna put my babygirl on a private flight
Yeah, to Barbados (Yeah)
My bitch a angel, hold on to her halo
I wouldn't cheat, even if she was J-Lo
Out the picture, you can get cropped out
If we don't share the same vision, we can't exchange contacts
Babygirl, and you know me
I see you babygirl, can you see me ?
We shining bright like we right on TV
And we all know that's why
She's a stat-man (Uh)
She a batman (Uh)
She a badmon (Uh)
She a bad girl (Uh)
Rob you like Batman