Scoring

Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Nigga check the score, 'cuz we keep scoring
Bitch I had to shoot my shot, like I'm free throwing
Yeah I had to take that Risk like I'm D-Boy
Put a tag on yo' team, get 'em destroyed
All these fire ass bows, got 'em sent in
Glock .40 smoked my wrist, had to switch hands
Told Mani play center, he the big man
Bitch I came up off that bitch, I'm the six man
Bitch I'm big dawg, getting bricks off
Yeah I had to hit that brick with that fentanyl
I know you pissed off, 'cuz you tricked off
If you playing with my cheese, get you picked off
Bitch, we gon' keep serving 'till the feds come
Hit him and his mans, that's and one
.40 came with a beam, and a damn drum
Treat these rap niggas like they my damn son
If you looking for them beans. hit my Samsung
Bitch I only want the neck, keep yo' pants on
I can sell anything I put my hands on
Big choppa make him dance like it's Hands On
Imma rich nigga, you a bitch nigga
Heard yo' girl go both ways, have my bitch get her
Stuff this dick in her, then I dismiss her
Bitch I ain't buying weed, you only get liqour
You got yo whip from a broker, we don't do those
With them fake ass buffs, them bitches kudos
Got my dog in the O, selling Cool Joe
Yeah they mad I took off, I'm on Pluto
If you looking for them beans, I need two-fo
If I gotta cross the eight, I need two mo
Feds asking what he sellin', nigga who knows?
Red face on the rollie. but it's blue though
This bitch bust down, don't get bust down
Heard opps talking crazy, they on hush now
Bitch I'm up now, double up now
She ain't want me back then, I'm her crush now
Y'all pussy ass niggas better moo-oove, yeah, this bitch ah bruise you