Up Da Score
Know its nato man it be the man ain't never seen the man
We up the score
Know I want some more
Know I'm red to go
Had no way get it but know I to get it bows
Out the floor
Feds just got the low
So get the dope
Just out holy hole
I'm just on the phone
To tell da other bro to get the clones arr arr
Know we did dat
We don't hit back
We just take they bitches and just stunt like big cap
He in a shit bag
They say nato how you hide dem drugs jus in yo gym bag ahh ahh
I been on dat hella pot
Never hit dat rock
She say nato how we fell apart
I knew u been a mark
I ain't beefing bout dem other hoes
I know they selling hots
Beat the pot
Beat that nigga ass
Leave them dead like liam did ta scott
I been on dat shi they say get ya hoe mad
That shit a pro mag
Leave that shit at home ya bojack
We never no lack
No flock like dey did dat kodak
We in dat four flat ouuu ouuu
She been in dis bitch talking bout dat ouuuu
Just want a hundred ms but i start wit a hunnid blues ouu woo
I ain't never chose but da choice was always you
Get the fuck up out dem fendi shoes
Its that ass I'm gone pursue ouu woo
How the fuck you know im robbin banks
Ain't no nominate
On this beat i fucking dominate
Just get yo commas straight
What the the fuck u want accommodate
Hit that harlem shake
Don't you move unless dis choppa shake
I been on dat shi they say get ya hoe mad
That shit a pro mag
Leave dat shit at home ya bojack
We never no lack
No flock like dey did dat kodak
We in dat four flat ouuu ouuu
We up the score
Know I want some more
Know I'm red to go
Had no way get it but know I to get it bows
Out the floor
Feds just got the low
So get the dope
Just out holy hole
I'm just on the phone
To tell da other bro to get the clones arr arr
Know we did dat
We don't hit back
We just take they bitches and just stunt like big cap
He in a shit bag
They say nato how you hide dem drugs jus in yo gym bag ahh ahh
I been on dat hella pot
Never hit dat rock
She say nato how we fell apart
I knew u been a mark
I ain't beefing bout dem other hoes
I know they selling hots
Beat the pot
Beat that nigga ass
Leave them dead like liam did ta scott
I been on dat shi they say get ya hoe mad
That shit a pro mag
Leave that shit at home ya bojack
We never no lack
No flock like dey did dat kodak
We in dat four flat ouuu ouuu
She been in dis bitch talking bout dat ouuuu
Just want a hundred ms but i start wit a hunnid blues ouu woo
I ain't never chose but da choice was always you
Get the fuck up out dem fendi shoes
Its that ass I'm gone pursue ouu woo
How the fuck you know im robbin banks
Ain't no nominate
On this beat i fucking dominate
Just get yo commas straight
What the the fuck u want accommodate
Hit that harlem shake
Don't you move unless dis choppa shake
I been on dat shi they say get ya hoe mad
That shit a pro mag
Leave dat shit at home ya bojack
We never no lack
No flock like dey did dat kodak
We in dat four flat ouuu ouuu
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Writer(s): Yo Nigga
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