Up Da Sco
Let's Up The Sco
I grab the Glock and then i drop like 10 or mo
Oh he a hoe
Caught him lackin and he ran off with his bro
Bitch I'm pro
Execution every time i touch a pole
Ain't no nigga round me fold
Ain't no nigga round me told
Lets Up The Sco
I grab the Glock and then i drop like 10 or mo
Oh he a hoe
Caught him lackin and he ran off with his bro
Bitch I'm pro
Execution every time i touch a pole
Ain't no nigga round me fold
Ain't no nigga round me told
Let's Up The Sco
Choppas lining sight
All my niggas clutching pipes
I know that he gone die tonight
I know he think that's it's alright
Nigga fight
Put down the pipe
And lose your life To 4 tonight
Let's go tonight
I'm feeling right
I'm living right
Tonight's the night
She at the club
Let's snatch her up
Grab the ransom it's a dub
Get the bag And kill his ass
We gone make the bitch crash
We hit the doe I dropped some mo
Kill his momma kill his bro
Load the choppa Sound like an Oprah
They won't make it to the doctor
Gotta drive down on his sister
See if he really gonna miss her
Then imma spin down his bitches
Get the lo see if i hit him
We got the run down on his mama
See if she buy em out the drama
I gone pull up spray this choppa
Have em singing like Mariah
Let's Up The Sco
I grab the Glock and then i drop like 10 or mo
Oh he a hoe
Caught him lackin and he ran off with his bro
Bitch I'm pro
Execution every time i touch a pole
Ain't no nigga round me fold
Ain't no nigga round me told
We always on go
I grab the Glock and then i drop like 10 or mo
Oh he a hoe
Caught him lackin and he ran off with his bro
Bitch I'm pro
Execution every time i touch a pole
Ain't no nigga round me fold
Ain't no nigga round me told
Let's Up The Sco
He gone make the news For Playing tough for his boo
Catch his ass in traffic he gone follow all the rules
He only tough for you I ain't seen what he can do
Meet em by the rapid he won't even blow out his tool
These niggas bitches
They the misses
Blow em kisses
Fucking snitches
They some rats
Flip up his cap
If he run i hit his back
Grab the cat To chase a rat
Drop a stack they gone spin back
He in the club he moving nervous
He see Fo' and now he worried
See imma dog I'll get em all
Out to eat or at the mall
Ask Adonis how we spinning
Feds done turned him to a witness
Slide on the shiesty imma ghost
Now he dead cause of a post
It's be the rats that do the most
Now i turned him to a ghost
Lets Up The Sco
I grab the Glock and then i drop like 10 or mo
Oh he a hoe
Caught him lackin and he ran off with his bro
Bitch I'm pro
Execution every time i touch a pole
Ain't no nigga round me fold
Ain't no nigga round me told
Lets Up The Sco
I grab the Glock and then i drop like 10 or mo
Oh he a hoe
Caught him lackin and he ran off with his bro
Bitch I'm pro
Execution every time i touch a pole
Ain't no nigga round me fold
Ain't no nigga round me told
Let's Up The Sco
Choppas lining sight
All my niggas clutching pipes
I know that he gone die tonight
I know he think that's it's alright
Nigga fight
Put down the pipe
And lose your life To 4 tonight
Let's go tonight
I'm feeling right
I'm living right
Tonight's the night
She at the club
Let's snatch her up
Grab the ransom it's a dub
Get the bag And kill his ass
We gone make the bitch crash
We hit the doe I dropped some mo
Kill his momma kill his bro
Load the choppa Sound like an Oprah
They won't make it to the doctor
Gotta drive down on his sister
See if he really gonna miss her
Then imma spin down his bitches
Get the lo see if i hit him
We got the run down on his mama
See if she buy em out the drama
I gone pull up spray this choppa
Have em singing like Mariah
Let's Up The Sco
I grab the Glock and then i drop like 10 or mo
Oh he a hoe
Caught him lackin and he ran off with his bro
Bitch I'm pro
Execution every time i touch a pole
Ain't no nigga round me fold
Ain't no nigga round me told
We always on go
I grab the Glock and then i drop like 10 or mo
Oh he a hoe
Caught him lackin and he ran off with his bro
Bitch I'm pro
Execution every time i touch a pole
Ain't no nigga round me fold
Ain't no nigga round me told
Let's Up The Sco
He gone make the news For Playing tough for his boo
Catch his ass in traffic he gone follow all the rules
He only tough for you I ain't seen what he can do
Meet em by the rapid he won't even blow out his tool
These niggas bitches
They the misses
Blow em kisses
Fucking snitches
They some rats
Flip up his cap
If he run i hit his back
Grab the cat To chase a rat
Drop a stack they gone spin back
He in the club he moving nervous
He see Fo' and now he worried
See imma dog I'll get em all
Out to eat or at the mall
Ask Adonis how we spinning
Feds done turned him to a witness
Slide on the shiesty imma ghost
Now he dead cause of a post
It's be the rats that do the most
Now i turned him to a ghost
Lets Up The Sco
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Writer(s): Da'tiniece Ariyo
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