SCOREBOARD

Yeah

Yeah

Check my phone
Something's wrong
I've been on a spree
Phone on DND

I've been doing me
Going in OT
Pour the glass on me
I'm so lonely

I touch road
Windows down playing that shit
Know my sound
You touch down
Something's off
See that guard
Take it off

Pour my fo'
Roll my roll
Count my dough
Check that Score

Pour my fo'
Roll my roll
Count my dough
Check that Score

Pour my fo'
Roll my roll
Count that dough
Check that Score

Pour my fo'
Roll my roll
Count my dough
Check that Score

Drop that deuce can't call no truce
We're on moves you know who
Drown that pain promethazine
Drown that pain say my name
I'm with gang

And you know how a nigga livin
I know the rules know the scriptures
So I gotta pray bout this sinning

Shit I gotta pray when I'm in it
Shit I thank the Lord when I'm finished
And I know this money can't come when I die
So I give you the card till you spin it

And you know my niggas like tennis
Cause if you hit then they hit then they hit
And they talk like Top when we talk bout the block
Because just like the top how they spin it

It's women involved with this livin
So if you ain't with it forget it
Cause I gotta run up them digits

I gotta take care the children
They say that my sound worth a milli' no Richard
It's more like a Phineas sister
It's a Wizard of Waverly Place

How this blunt like a wand
And this cup like elixir
I mix and I mix her
But then I won't miss her

I might take her down but no dessert
My dog a big dog
So I gon call him Clifford
This hoe so gymnastic I flip her

I touch road
Windows down playing that shit
Know my sound
You touch down
Something's off
See that guard
Take it off

Pour my fo'
Roll my roll
Count my dough
Check that Score

Pour my fo'
Roll my roll
Count my dough
Check that Score

Pour my fo'
Roll my roll
Count that dough
Check that Score

Pour my fo'
Roll my roll
Count my dough
Check that Score