##areuwitmystats📈 lyrics

[Intro: dime!]
Ay, go, go, go
Go-go-go
Ay, go, go, go-go
Ay, go, go, go
Go-go-go
Ay, go, go, go-go

[Chorus: dime!]
Ay, go, go-o-o-o
We gon' thro-o-o-o-ow
Sending shots up at your bro-o-o-o-o
With that po-o-ole
Catch him by surprise, he ain’t even kno-o-o-ow, he ain't kno-o-o-ow
Yeah, I can't go out like that
Yeah, you know, I get that bag
Yeah, you know, I’m going up
And I know, that makes you mad
He said "I ain't next"
You need to relax
No, lil boy, you can't
Are you with my stats?
Are you with my stats?
Are you with my stats?
Are you with my stats?
Are you with my stats?
Are you with my stats?
Are you with my fame?
Boy, stop testing me
This sh*t not a ga-a-a-ame
[Bridge: dime!]
That boy really mid, that boy really trash
Them boys all on di*k, them boys on my ass
Aye dime!, ain't you do this
That sh*t in the past
We coming in first, you couldn't even come in last

[Verse 1: 1crusafix]
We gon' finish, w-w-we gon' finish (A-a-a-a-a)
Y-y-y-you not winning
pus*y got diminished (A-a-a-a)
I can't fit in going past thе limit
Sent to the beginning
Now that pus*y tripping

[Bridge: 1crusafix & dime!]
Ay, go, go, go
Go-go-go
Ay, go, go, go-go
Ay, go, go, go-go
Ay, go, go, go
Ay, go, go, go
Go-go-go
Go-go-go
Ay, go, go, go-go
Ay, go, go, go-go
[Verse 2: dime!]
That boy got no bands, bro, that boy got no motion
Told him, put his hands up, now hе f*cking hopeless
Don’t care about your feelings, don’t care about emotion
Had to teach the meaning, pull up with that full clip

[Chorus: dime! & 1crusafix]
Yeah, I can't go out like that
Yeah, you know, I get that bag
Yeah, you know, I’m going up
And I know, that makes you mad
He said "I ain't next"
You need to relax
No, lil boy, you can't
Are you with my stats? (Yeah-yeah)
Are you with my stats? (Yeah-yeah)
Are you with my stats? (Yeah-yeah)
Are you with my stats? (Yeah)
Are you with my stats? (Yeah)
Are you with my stats? O-o-oh
Are you with my stats? (Yeah)
Are you with my fame? (Yeah)
Boy, stop testing me
This sh*t not a ga-a-a-ame

[Bridge: dime!]
That boy really mid, that boy really trash
Them boys all on di*k, them boys on my ass
Aye dime!, ain't you do this
That sh*t in the past
We coming in first, you couldn’t even come in last
[Outro: 1crusafix & dime!]
Ay, go, go, go
Go-go-go
Ay, go, go, go-go
Ay, go, go, go-go
Ay, go, go, go
Ay, go, go, go
Go-go-go
Go-go-go
Ay, go, go, go-go
Ay, go, go, go-go