Oats (Only Authentic Trill Shit) [Scorin' Shots]
But so much we ball
But we gotta ball
And we gonna ball
Nigga we gone ball
Nigga we gone ball
Nigga we gone ball
Nigga we gone ball
If you don't
You kno, love this shit then Fuck Off You know
Fdo
Fdo
I'm back again
This is the re up
I don't gas
Less that shit in my reefer
I dont pass
Rolled this one
This a me blunt
Had to dash
I dont trip
Pick my feet up
We see 12
We still eatting
Like free lunch
I'm on bands
Make that shit
Holy matrimony
You play rough
Then we at ya head
Like we tony
Off ya noodle
And dont mean no rigotoni
I'm a Don
It ain't us
It ain't nothing homie
If it ain't bout a bag
It ain't nothing for me
Got this lean with a limp
Shkamy pullin on me
Let her throw that thing back
Feel it gripping on me
I'm just living
Go head kick my feet up
Ima give you this plate
Baby eat up
Try to skate
Ima shake ya arena
We on goal
Like a foot ball arena
Had the pack on my back
Like a star trooper
Dont make shellz touch your back
Like a koopa trooper
I put one in the air
You a parachuter
Shorty pull on this pack
Say it's super juicy
Right before she blew me
Right be fore she knew my name
And knew my movement
She was fuckin witta lame
And barely knew it
Now she know what she know
And she know the truest
Pick a side
It ain't us
Then We choke the choosers
All my niggas wit smoke
They dont choke
They shooters
None yall niggas worry me
Chase after bags
Like I work security
Pop off the tags
All these clothes
Need therapy
If it ain't bout the bread
It cant really hurry me
If it ain't what I said
Then you dont put words for me
This is loyalty
Move like royalty
Dont be on no slick shit
Spill no oil on me
When I had to dash
Man I know they miss it
Mistletoe on the dick
Baby gotta kiss it
Gotta apply yourself
Baby just like lipstick
I'm not feeling myself
I bin feeling wicked
Take the mask off my face
I cant leave no witness
Yea black out
Let it spray
Ask the lord forgiveness
I ain't chasing no clout
That's them other niggas
Just add up the digits
Shit just use ya fingers
Niggas hop where were I go
Like a stepping stone
Dont you step in my path
This fashion show
I bin thuggin it out
Nigga word to bone
Dont be talkin that shit
On my mobile phone
Step away
Chopper knock
If you near my home
Paper play
Touching down
When I'm in my Zone
Paper play
Gotta splash when I hit the mall
I just want it all
All that goyard
Gucci and a lil Vlone
Sonny light that spliffup
Gone head bring it home
Scorin shots
And we dont even own a ball
Scorin shots
And we dont even own a ball
Scorin shots
And we dont even own a ball
Scorin shots
And we dont even own a ball
Scorin shots
And we dont even own a ball
Scorin shots
And we dont even own a ball
Scorin shots
And we dont even own a ball
That's ya back
That I'm packing
Against the wall
Is dem Vickies
Dont care
Cause I ripped em off
That was mid.
He ain't know
So i ripped em off
That's the juice
When I splash
She gone lick what falls
Pocket rocket
Move Funny
Take Fingas off
This peace sign
That she poppin that pussy on
Throw my signs
For my side
Get my Reppin on
My nigga we could all spark
Feel like megatron
Any type of smoke we want
I roll with it
Mixing matching designer
Just go with it
Mixing matching vaginas
She hoeing it
If that thang ain't for me
I let go of it
That's the thing about me
Ima pro with it
Totem pole in her soul
Every Stroke is litt
You just high
You wont die off this Stoner Shit
Roll my shoulders like uzi
To hater shit
This Some Playa shit
Man they hands out to me
Like a waiter's tip
Made my point on the map
My location fixed
I came here just to snack
Hope my plate is fixed
Every song gotta snap
Like I'm taking pics
Scoring shots
Prep my wrist for them Championships
Throw it up it fall
Biggest size of her eyes
When I drop my draws
Scorin shots.
And we dont even own a ball
Scorin shots
And we dont even own a ball
Thats how much we ball
Scorin shots
And we dont even own a ball
Thats how much we ball
Scorin shots
And we dont even own a ball
Thats how much we ball
Scorin shots
And we dont even own a ball
Thats how much we ball
Scorin shots
And we dont even own a ball
Thats how much we ball
Scorin shots
And we dont even own a ball
Thats how much we ball
Scorin shots
And we dont even own a ball
Thats how much we ball
But we gotta ball
And we gonna ball
Nigga we gone ball
Nigga we gone ball
Nigga we gone ball
Nigga we gone ball
If you don't
You kno, love this shit then Fuck Off You know
Fdo
Fdo
I'm back again
This is the re up
I don't gas
Less that shit in my reefer
I dont pass
Rolled this one
This a me blunt
Had to dash
I dont trip
Pick my feet up
We see 12
We still eatting
Like free lunch
I'm on bands
Make that shit
Holy matrimony
You play rough
Then we at ya head
Like we tony
Off ya noodle
And dont mean no rigotoni
I'm a Don
It ain't us
It ain't nothing homie
If it ain't bout a bag
It ain't nothing for me
Got this lean with a limp
Shkamy pullin on me
Let her throw that thing back
Feel it gripping on me
I'm just living
Go head kick my feet up
Ima give you this plate
Baby eat up
Try to skate
Ima shake ya arena
We on goal
Like a foot ball arena
Had the pack on my back
Like a star trooper
Dont make shellz touch your back
Like a koopa trooper
I put one in the air
You a parachuter
Shorty pull on this pack
Say it's super juicy
Right before she blew me
Right be fore she knew my name
And knew my movement
She was fuckin witta lame
And barely knew it
Now she know what she know
And she know the truest
Pick a side
It ain't us
Then We choke the choosers
All my niggas wit smoke
They dont choke
They shooters
None yall niggas worry me
Chase after bags
Like I work security
Pop off the tags
All these clothes
Need therapy
If it ain't bout the bread
It cant really hurry me
If it ain't what I said
Then you dont put words for me
This is loyalty
Move like royalty
Dont be on no slick shit
Spill no oil on me
When I had to dash
Man I know they miss it
Mistletoe on the dick
Baby gotta kiss it
Gotta apply yourself
Baby just like lipstick
I'm not feeling myself
I bin feeling wicked
Take the mask off my face
I cant leave no witness
Yea black out
Let it spray
Ask the lord forgiveness
I ain't chasing no clout
That's them other niggas
Just add up the digits
Shit just use ya fingers
Niggas hop where were I go
Like a stepping stone
Dont you step in my path
This fashion show
I bin thuggin it out
Nigga word to bone
Dont be talkin that shit
On my mobile phone
Step away
Chopper knock
If you near my home
Paper play
Touching down
When I'm in my Zone
Paper play
Gotta splash when I hit the mall
I just want it all
All that goyard
Gucci and a lil Vlone
Sonny light that spliffup
Gone head bring it home
Scorin shots
And we dont even own a ball
Scorin shots
And we dont even own a ball
Scorin shots
And we dont even own a ball
Scorin shots
And we dont even own a ball
Scorin shots
And we dont even own a ball
Scorin shots
And we dont even own a ball
Scorin shots
And we dont even own a ball
That's ya back
That I'm packing
Against the wall
Is dem Vickies
Dont care
Cause I ripped em off
That was mid.
He ain't know
So i ripped em off
That's the juice
When I splash
She gone lick what falls
Pocket rocket
Move Funny
Take Fingas off
This peace sign
That she poppin that pussy on
Throw my signs
For my side
Get my Reppin on
My nigga we could all spark
Feel like megatron
Any type of smoke we want
I roll with it
Mixing matching designer
Just go with it
Mixing matching vaginas
She hoeing it
If that thang ain't for me
I let go of it
That's the thing about me
Ima pro with it
Totem pole in her soul
Every Stroke is litt
You just high
You wont die off this Stoner Shit
Roll my shoulders like uzi
To hater shit
This Some Playa shit
Man they hands out to me
Like a waiter's tip
Made my point on the map
My location fixed
I came here just to snack
Hope my plate is fixed
Every song gotta snap
Like I'm taking pics
Scoring shots
Prep my wrist for them Championships
Throw it up it fall
Biggest size of her eyes
When I drop my draws
Scorin shots.
And we dont even own a ball
Scorin shots
And we dont even own a ball
Thats how much we ball
Scorin shots
And we dont even own a ball
Thats how much we ball
Scorin shots
And we dont even own a ball
Thats how much we ball
Scorin shots
And we dont even own a ball
Thats how much we ball
Scorin shots
And we dont even own a ball
Thats how much we ball
Scorin shots
And we dont even own a ball
Thats how much we ball
Scorin shots
And we dont even own a ball
Thats how much we ball
Credits
Writer(s): Dominic Hernandez
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