Up the Score

Lyrics

[Intro] (Cypress) [Verse: BandGang Lonnie Bands] Hey, we comin' for you, boy, you better write your will Caught a corn, the nigga dead, his face pale Huh, he got a tag on his toe, he had cheese on his head They like, "Lonnie psycho, he must ain't take all his meds" Huh, that nigga cuckoo I'll put a hole in you size of a Fruit Loop That boy a loose screw, uh I'll have you leakin' out your roof, uh We ain't shootin' out no windows or the sunroof Hoppin' out with four choppers, where you think you runnin' to? Man, you niggas like Matembo, you can't fuckin' shoot Leave his brains on the floor, that shit look like tomato soup Nah, I ain't no Jim Crow, but I'm quick to hang a nigga With this Glock 4.0, you can make you famous with it Man, I don't put no guns in my videos, uh Why? 'Cause we rеally use them bitches [Chorus: Jemouri] Ridin' with a choppеr in the backseat And you know we ready for war Heard the opps sayin' they gon' whack me So we went ahead and upped the score We hit every block and every backstreet We gon' knock down one more We hit every block and every backstreet We gon' knock down one more Go'n up the score, yeah Go'n up the score Go'n up the score, yeah Go'n up the score Go'n up the score, yeah Go'n up the score Go'n up the score, yeah Go'n up the score, uh