MF Score

[Intro]
(Ringing)
I'm working
(Ringing)
Can't y'all niggas see that I' working
(*Phone Slams*)

[Verse 1:]
I'm working on getting better not faster
Got tired of my niggas being the working class
So I got off my ass cuz
Sorry that I had to add cuz
You the best my bad cuz
I'm the best that don't add up
I don't feel. You never had touch
Don't be mad 'cause
I rock like Plain White Tees
Problem nigga then fight me
You Soft like Ice Tea
Get a white girl like Cocoa, get a hard up
And give her caramel mocha just like Starbucks
Suck it never bite me
Boy, we pop like acne. *Pop**Pop**Pop* at your back knee
I'm that G who's asking, questions
Think your raps were best he's sick came down with infection
Let me check it quick
Sike YEET
Rats die right after the rats plea
Dank got me smelling like cat pee
White girl Becky Suzy Ashlee
Friends with Tylesha, never ever try Kiesha
I'll leave you smoked like fire Reefer
Number one nigga one my side keep 'em
Old top 5 sitting on the bleachers
Popping pieces not two fingers
So high you touch me get fouled for reaching
You ain't flipping keys boy you ain't Alicia
Claim to spit ether you don't do that either
Boy you softer than a slice of pizza
But watch how I top it
I'm the fucking trending topic when you niggas done talking
About the niggas at the top *bitch*
And your heart keeps stopping
Pants keep dropping 'cause the cash keep coming
"Hard to understand me cause my jaw keep locking"
Fuck that talking don't start that talking
No-doubt I expanded my options
Fuck your lady say he never hit it he just grazed me
Biscuits and gravy
Pull down them drawers then I get to popping
Big daddy, she call me pappi
I don't play these fucking games
You'd piss yourself if I said your name
It'd be disrespect to myself if I say your name
Pistol whip you take off your face
Yellow line stay in your line
Columbine going *click**click* *bang*
Nigga, fuck a chorus
Getting cold J's just like Boris
Peel off just like an orange
Goldie locks ill still do anything for porridge
One night I'll sip and pour it
*Riff* *Riff* when shit gets distorted
Your life ain't really shit. You're twisted and you know it
I'm about mine give a fuck about yours
Sipping on dirty. Nigga never do chores
Bitch coming around flirting she must be a whore
Talking that shit to my speakers my speakers just roar
And your shit just bubble
Where the fuck were you when I was in trouble
Feelin' sorry for your fucking mother
Hurry up and buy (Hurry up and buy) get the fuck out of my store
Making these bitches impatient
Like Kane when he dropped the fucking 40
On the fucking floor Yeah (Hurry up and buy)

Get the fuck out of here

Imma keep it 100 you know it
That's the Muh Fucking score. That's the Muh Fucking score
Im the Muh Fucking boy. FYT nigga you know it
You fucking up boy

Man I can't control this shit its like...
Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah
Imma keep it 100
That's the Muh Fucking score
Yeah,Yeah,Yeah,Yeah
Imma keep it 100
That's the Muh Fucking score