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Stat Sheet
Hip-Hop/Rap
Stat Sheet was released on March 23, 2026 by Nvti. as a part of the album Stat Sheet - Single
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Release DateMarch 23, 2026
LabelNvti.
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM83

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Nvti.
Nvti.
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tyresius Cross
Tyresius Cross
Songwriter
William Keith Moore
William Keith Moore
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kj100
Kj100
Producer

Lyrics

This motherfucker hard, KJ"Why you beat it like that, bae?"
She like"Nvti why you"
She like"Nvti why you beat it up like that, bae is you mad at me?"
Tell her"shhh" quit running from this dick this ain't no track meet
Been balling on these ****, check the score, look at the stat sheet
I got a badder bitch, tats and all
Bro 'nem whipping faster cars
Let me get my foot off in this door it's gon' get bad for y'all
I don't give no fuck bout who you know I can't get black balled
'Fore I let you play me like a hoe I'll getcha packed dawg
Make this money stack tall
This shit been piling up
I deserve it I been grinding for too long ain't work this hard for nun
She used to tell her friends bout all her wins
Now they don't talk to her
Said she gon' quit telling all her business and go start her one
I'm Proud of her
I tell all the bros the same thing
Go get a bag or some
It's bread out here for everybody gang
You want it bad enough
You'll get up off yo ass and make the switch
You say you tired of being broke, just put some time in and get fixed
Okay
Want diamonds on ya' wrist
Okay
A body for ya' bitch
Okay
You want it all, what you put in reflect the life you get
So punch a clock if got to or God might bless you with a lick my ****
Whatever it take, just make a way get on ya shit
Seen a **** blow a check on his new bitch but he don't feed his kids
Baby mama stressed she ain't forget bout nun this **** did
Took his ass to court now child support get everything he make
New bitch left 'cuz now he can't afford to pay for dinner dates
**** I see plenty hate
Shit don't stop a thing
I'm too hungry not to get a plate, I'll take yours if I can't
Peeped it out when I was younger this life shit a dirty game
Most of us don't get to choose bitch you can play it or get played
Seen a **** throw his life away so he could say he bang
Now he stuck prison locked away, his folks don't say his name
Probably wish he could go back and do it different, make a change
Spend more time with all his kids and wear a different type of chain
Fuck you mean, on my shit until the sun don't come up
What I do now tell how my baby girl or son will grow up
And I be damn if go missing like my daddy
Show back up when I get married
I ain't hurt, you just ain't ever say what happened
Shawty said that she want me to put a baby in her
She gon' cry about it, but I can't 'cuz I ain't rich enough
I need millions in the bank, a hunnid' thousand locked away
But I still get in her guts, I pull out, leave on her face
Make her say
Yeah
She like"Nvti why you beat it up like that, bae is you mad at me?"
Tell her"shhh" quit running from this dick this ain't no track meet
Been balling on these ****, check the score, look at the stat sheet
I got a badder bitch, tats and all
Bro 'nem whipping faster cars
Let me get my foot off in this door it's gon' get bad for y'all
I don't give no fuck bout who you know I can't get black balled
'Fore I let you play me like a hoe I'll getcha' packed dawg
Written by: Tyresius Cross, William Keith Moore
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