SCORING

Lyrics

[Intro] (Good lookin', DNell) Are you in the mafia? [Chorus] I got a lot of racks Bro just sent a bad batch 3D glitch, I got aim Freak bitch, do your thing, do your thing 'Cats, 'Hawks, strikers, foreigns Check the stats, everybody scorin' Saved him under, "Weatherman," 'cause he got it snowin' Yeah, that shit might work for them, but you know I ain't goin' [Verse 1] The feds thought they had 'em one, they kicked in the door Tore my ceiling down, fucked up the house, but they ain't check the floor Tell me what's gon' happen, niggas see me and send you the lo'? I'll get you chipped and I'll be chilling somewhere off the coast The love be so fake, but the hate be real I can hit a pint, don't even touch a seal I had all these racks 'fore I got a deal I'm on the **** selling pills, smokin' 'za with Hill All that tough guy shit gon' you left, all we do is step Bro, he shoot like Steph, you in the way, boy, your ass a ref Lil' bitch keep tryna get me neck 'cause I ice my neck Me and Tone smacked off this Tris, mixed it with the Tech [Chorus] I got a lot of racks Bro just sent a bad batch 3D glitch, I got aim Freak bitch, do your thing, do your thing 'Cats, 'Hawks, strikers, foreigns Check the stats, everybody scorin' Saved him under, "Weatherman," 'cause he got it snowin' Yeah, that shit might work for them, but you know I ain't goin' [Verse 2] Bitch, we running plays, all my niggas scoring You can't talk to me, nigga, 'less you up a hundred Plug ain't never runnin' out, I told him keep 'em coming Selling puppies all winter, pills in the summer I'm too rich, gotta keep it on me Try my best to hide this AKM, but they can see it on me If I put on all of my chains, you won't see my neck The doctor can tell me that I'm blind, I'ma see a check I know you seen the E-lane in that 'Cat, but did you see the 'Vette? Oh, niggas swear they gettin' money, we ain't seen it yet I just got a bag I had to pick up with a forklift She bad and you know she thick, she fuck me 'cause she know I'm rich No, you cannot get a ring but you can get some kicks You can get whatever bag you want, but you can't get a kiss You can get a little Carti' bust, but not no honeymoon Put me anywhere, I'll be the realest nigga in the room, boy [Chorus] I got a lot of racks Bro just sent a bad batch 3D glitch, I got aim Freak bitch, do your thing, do your thing 'Cats, 'Hawks, strikers, foreigns Check the stats, everybody scorin' Saved him under, "Weatherman," 'cause he got it snowin' Yeah, that shit might work for them, but you know I ain't goin'