Score It

Exactly
We finna score this shit
I got bars and I'm bautta blow
2311
Y'all ain't know I could rap
Let's goo
Go put the bottles in Bentley truck 'cause we gotta go
(Gotta go)
Hefenny Stephen got a job we bautta blow
Say fuck to L's & BS
No time for relapse but flows
(No time)
We done flipped some shits down
Now we movin' on 'em
I'ma score it
We gotta score it
Every time we movin' hard they ain't see our forearm
(Very time)
Now bitches wanna pull up onto us for leisure timing
(No no)
Now every season
We gettin' higher and higher gorgeous
(Higher)
We let them hunnid scattered and they lost
Them forgiatto's
I'ma cook it hard so my friends gotta come
Up wit' me
I'ma score it
We gotta score it
(Score it score it)
Get up and ruin this shit (yeah)
We ain't got no sympathy (yeah)
SB's ballin' in the street
You don't got to move so free (no)
My niggas are murkin' he
And they still wit' wrong idea (yeah)
Pop out in JB
Toronto lookin' for the richest gees (uh)
Catch up with my boys
Only FANTA there's no wine (no)
Always goin' H.A.M
Like my fans they going high (yeah yeah)
MEMO got the beat and we killin' every shit
(He got it man)
G'Fazos is clean, snow bunny she follow me
(Yeah yeah)
Gotta fill up my bucket with the stash shit
(Stash shit)
Kill the fiends always let 'em know we ballin'
(Yeah)
I done cut off all the opps since they 18
(Uh)
No any corner meeting them they hatin' afee
(Afee)
B*tches cases
The opps cases (tell 'em)
All the stresses (yo)
The fuckin' niggas (yeah yeah)
Clear the bush 'cause we need no any boofin'
Gotta focus up until we make it
(Yeah)
Go put the bottles in Bentley truck 'cause we gotta go
(Gotta go)
Hefenny Stephen got a job we bautta blow
Say fuck to L's & BS
No time for relapse but flows
(No time)
We done flipped some shits down
Now we movin' on 'em
I'ma score it
We gotta score it
Every time we movin' hard they ain't see our forearm
(Every time)
Now b*tches wanna pull up onto us for leisure timin'
(No no)
Now every season
We gettin' higher and higher gorgeous
(Higher)
We let them hunnid scattered and they lost
Them forgiatto's
I'ma cook it hard so my friends gotta come
Up wit' me
I'ma score it
We gotta score it
(Score it score it)
Backin' up full this time leavin' nothin' which is tiny
Quick to blow up high regardless of all the
Opps and spy (regardless)
What you need just ask you need a f*ck or
Fuck needs you
'Cause we don't give a fuck to assholes
N*ggas as we feelin' high (yeah)
Lamborghini was speeding on next side
And no lane switch and the road was so
Blocked fine
Approaching enemies if we out they shooting clean
We sneaked into other trucks so we were safed
Unlucky nigga capped 2
That was even part two
Laid his body tatted to
So we movin' careful
Now we came to power every shit we leading no
No any corner meeting them they hatin' afee
Afee
In The Rap Game B*tch
Yeah



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Writer(s): Chris Wel
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