[Intro: Stat Quo]

Hey, hey – most certainly {"LT Moe music, music, music.."} YEA!

Hey, hey – LT you a fool for this one!

Hey, hey – Statlanta, Statlanta..

Hey, hey – ha ha ha, I'm my favorite too

[Stat Quo]

This is Zone 3 speakin, Stat Quo stay cheesin

On the grizz e'ry day, and night, and season

Out here, I ain't leavin, you hatin for no reason

Keep bitchin and tongue teasin, them heaters'll start squeezin

Have you sick and grievin, dead not breathin

Get back, lay down motherfucker now, we even

Primetime G'in, him ya ain't seein

Mad cause I fucked yo' bitch, she suck my dick like she was eatin

The children's in my region, the city really needs him

Cause these niggas rappin, slackin and underachievin

Check my brain, know the name, the status I'm reachin

Ice you never dream of, while ya all are sleepin

Bad girl freakin, all night skeetin

Huh, pimp hard, leave the country for the weekend

No question, I'm him all season

Statlanta, oh yes, the one you should believe in

[Hook: Stat Quo]

Hey, they say I'm doin too much

I don't twist in my whip, blowin purp out the dutch (out the dutch)

No, shawty pop that clutch

Finger up, other hand on my nuts, shawty WHAT?

{"I'm fresh, dressed, like a billion bucks"}

Hey {"I'm fresh, dressed, like a bil-I'm-I'm"}

{"I'm-I'm fresh, dressed, like a billion bucks"}

Hey {"I'm-I'm fresh, dressed, like a billion bucks"}

[Stat Quo]

Is he the street-est of the stret niggas? (Nope!) I ain't tryna be that

I'm just tryna get scrilla my nigga, shawty relax

Folk off in the barbershop, askin where I be at (where the nigga be at?)

Fuckin yo' bitch while you cuttin hair, nigga buy that

The {?} on my badge, GMM still intact

I don't snap when I dance, I just snap on this track (c'mon)

E'ry nigga tryin to trap on wax, ease back

Knock-kneed, I'm me, I won't slack but a scratch

I got love for my folk who really hustle for the snacks

I don't fire up a match, I know you wonder what I pack

Just know it's jet black, fully loaded, buddy act

I ain't tryin to be a gangsta but I will cock it back

To defend my folk, I'll be forced to react

On some violent shit, and push your wig straight back

It's Stat, dig that, I'm the shit, them the facts

You don't like me when you see me, keep it movin, bad back (AY!)

[Hook]

[Stat Quo]

I rep the A from my fitted on down to my feet

E'ry time I hit the club I'm goin home with a freak

Lames hate me from the side cause I'm who they wanna be

Bad bitches in my ride cause they all know that I'm

{"I'm fresh, dressed, like a billion bucks"}

Hey {"I'm fresh, dressed, like a bil-I'm-I'm"}

Hey {"I'm-I'm fresh, dressed, like a billion bucks"}

Hey {"I'm-I'm fresh, dressed, like a billion bucks"}

[Outro: Stat Quo]

(Hey) Yeah, LT Moe, Stat Quo nigga

G, M, M (hey) ha

Shady/Aftermath, A-Town A-Town

YEA! (hey)