Keeping the Score
Trust me I'm keeping a score Trust me I'm keeping a list
Givenchy Giotto Dior You know I stunt on a bitch
You know they shopping on wish I'm in a van with a stick
We plotting a lick We camping outside
Shawty a vibe She gave me the addy
She told me to slide Someone going to die tonight
Running through these racks I said I'm falling down exhausted
I don't like how all these little bitches think I lost it
They going to get me sick I swear to God it got me nauseous
I don't think they understand quite what it's going to cost them
Gun in my hole yo weight on my shoulders I feel like we Bonnie and Clyde okay
No one but you going to believe me whenever I say it
So trust me my girl I'm going to find a way
They think that I'm lying I put it on God
If I be lying then let me go blind today
Ayy, ayy, ayy Let me go blind today
If I be lying put it on God and let me just die today
40 going to flash, shit is going to shine It's gonna blind him ayy
40 going to flash, shit is going shine It's gonna blind him ayy
And y'all aint on shit Trust me I'm keeping the score
Trust me I'm keeping a list Givenchy, Giato, Dior
You know I stunt on a bitch You know they shopping on wish
I'm in a van with a stick We plotting a lick
We camping outside shawty a vibe
She gave me the addy told me to slide Someone is going to die tonight
Running to these racks I said I'm falling down exhausted
I don't like how all these little bitches think I lost it
They going to get me sick I swear to God it got me nauseous
I do not think they understand quite what it's gonna cost them
Designer my body I'm petty oh yeah Yall been as fake as a bitch oh yeah
Got my Glock at the crib oh yeah Chain got a cost bout a brick oh yeah
I might just lose myself oh yeah Feel like I'm losing my mind okay
She like living real fast Girl I know we so the same
Hop out the whip with a stick and a drum Hollywood Hills have some Hollywood fun
Number one pick girl the obvious one Shawty she know me she saying my name
Told a little bitch I've been feeling real numb I don't believe all the lies on her tongue
Ask a little bitch do you think that I'm dumb I do this for real I don't do this for fun
Move like a black cat I'm bringing in bad luck Pussy little boy gon' call in the backup
Broke ass gang go get you a bag up I just be doing this shit by my dolly
I'm in the whip with the tints you don't know me
Say I'm a bitch well then pussy just show me
Hop out the whip with the pistol exploding
Hold up little bitch I'm going to bet that you won't
Lost my way Bro no good at reading signs hey
Don't you even worry girl I do this shit all the time
I don't feel the best but I know that it's all on the line
Okay
Okay
Okay
And y'all ain't on shit Trust me I'm keeping the score
Trust me I'm keeping a list Givenchy, Giato, Dior You know I stunt on a bitch
You know they shopping on wish I'm in a van with a stick
We plotting a lick We camping outside
Shawty a vibe She gave me the addy
She told me to slide Someone going to die tonight
Running through these racks I said I'm falling down exhausted
I don't like how all these little bitches think I lost it
They going to get me sick I swear to God it got me nausious
I don't think they understand quite what it's going to cost them
Givenchy Giotto Dior You know I stunt on a bitch
You know they shopping on wish I'm in a van with a stick
We plotting a lick We camping outside
Shawty a vibe She gave me the addy
She told me to slide Someone going to die tonight
Running through these racks I said I'm falling down exhausted
I don't like how all these little bitches think I lost it
They going to get me sick I swear to God it got me nauseous
I don't think they understand quite what it's going to cost them
Gun in my hole yo weight on my shoulders I feel like we Bonnie and Clyde okay
No one but you going to believe me whenever I say it
So trust me my girl I'm going to find a way
They think that I'm lying I put it on God
If I be lying then let me go blind today
Ayy, ayy, ayy Let me go blind today
If I be lying put it on God and let me just die today
40 going to flash, shit is going to shine It's gonna blind him ayy
40 going to flash, shit is going shine It's gonna blind him ayy
And y'all aint on shit Trust me I'm keeping the score
Trust me I'm keeping a list Givenchy, Giato, Dior
You know I stunt on a bitch You know they shopping on wish
I'm in a van with a stick We plotting a lick
We camping outside shawty a vibe
She gave me the addy told me to slide Someone is going to die tonight
Running to these racks I said I'm falling down exhausted
I don't like how all these little bitches think I lost it
They going to get me sick I swear to God it got me nauseous
I do not think they understand quite what it's gonna cost them
Designer my body I'm petty oh yeah Yall been as fake as a bitch oh yeah
Got my Glock at the crib oh yeah Chain got a cost bout a brick oh yeah
I might just lose myself oh yeah Feel like I'm losing my mind okay
She like living real fast Girl I know we so the same
Hop out the whip with a stick and a drum Hollywood Hills have some Hollywood fun
Number one pick girl the obvious one Shawty she know me she saying my name
Told a little bitch I've been feeling real numb I don't believe all the lies on her tongue
Ask a little bitch do you think that I'm dumb I do this for real I don't do this for fun
Move like a black cat I'm bringing in bad luck Pussy little boy gon' call in the backup
Broke ass gang go get you a bag up I just be doing this shit by my dolly
I'm in the whip with the tints you don't know me
Say I'm a bitch well then pussy just show me
Hop out the whip with the pistol exploding
Hold up little bitch I'm going to bet that you won't
Lost my way Bro no good at reading signs hey
Don't you even worry girl I do this shit all the time
I don't feel the best but I know that it's all on the line
Okay
Okay
Okay
And y'all ain't on shit Trust me I'm keeping the score
Trust me I'm keeping a list Givenchy, Giato, Dior You know I stunt on a bitch
You know they shopping on wish I'm in a van with a stick
We plotting a lick We camping outside
Shawty a vibe She gave me the addy
She told me to slide Someone going to die tonight
Running through these racks I said I'm falling down exhausted
I don't like how all these little bitches think I lost it
They going to get me sick I swear to God it got me nausious
I don't think they understand quite what it's going to cost them
Credits
Writer(s): Dean Brenton
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