Scoring

Lyrics

[Intro] (Ooh, Stan, turn me up) Yeah Bitch (ShittyBoyz, Dog Shit Militia, that's on every song, huh, yeah) Huh, yeah (ShittyBoyz, ShittyBoyz, ShittyBoyz) [Verse] If pressure make diamonds, when it's over, I'ma be a gem I could go blind, shit ain't stopping me from seeing M's Bitch caught be cheating once, fuck it, I'ma cheat again Waking up and not chasing money? That should be a sin Luke Skywalker couldn't force me to love a bitch Hotter than a stove when I'm riding through the oven Mitt CPN fire with this bitch, I just summon whips Scorching in the rental, hundred giffies and a dozen blicks Hutch did the kit, fuck a new jeweler I be toting cannons in thе mall like a YouTuber Lil' bro be upping bluеs, funny he a soo-wooper Team player with yo bitch, me and Dee gon' choo-choo her Masked up in yo hood like I'm Dr. Doom It's a tech or Off-White Nike if I rock the swoosh Everybody on my team score, we be lobbing oops If I hit her with a follow back, know I'm knocking boots If I'm above gang, I ain't winning till our bag equal Punch, slide, scam, trap, all my niggas bad people I X him out, play with metal like I'm Magneto Rocking out with Dracs, four deep like our ass Beatles Brodie high as hell, eyes red in that Red Eye Better keep yo hands to yourself, we let lead fly Bro was in school with the Cookie like that nigga Gang boxed the stu' with exotics, got me head high Thousand dollar steps at a time, I'm just living life Seeing how yo bitch cheating on you, I can't get a wife Looking like a plumber, anywhere I go, I'm with a pipe Wipe my ass with a blue strip, this the shitty life Embosser, MSR, and Deezy Printer, them my scam tools Reaching? That's a gamble, boy, you better off on Fan Duel Since a snot nose, was never worried 'bout no damn school Jumped in the deep, grew some gills and I swam through it Mary had a little lamb chop, what my bitch eating Nike tech, the Goose X Amiri when it switch seasons If I up the rackies on her, bet yo bitch'll lick penis Apple jack stacking, fuck a job, bitch, rip Steven Gang pouring thousand dollar cups, I'm with rich junkies Only time I'm ever on my ass is when I shit, dummy She ain't have no Black Rock today, got my bitch grumpy Big shitter, bitch, fuck around and had to switch undies Everything I wear be wet as hell, it's like I'm skinny dipping Dog Shit Militia, bitch, we probably in yo city shitting We on Ocean Drive upping blues, got the bitties tripping Shout-out all the heads I done cracked for 256s If you ain't blowing dick, hit the door, I ain't got time Only change clothes and switch hoes, I don't swap sides I'll probably die and decompose 'fore the opps slide Wouldn't lift the gas if you smacked me with a stop sign Could be paralyzed waist down, still would run it up On Miami Beach tripping, Mike Amiri button up Ksubis stuffed with blue Benjis, boy, these bitches hugging nuts At the bar cramming lamb chops till my stomach stuffed I be in the lab with Glock tucked, bitch, we Blick and Morty On a giffy trip in Tallahassee, left the city scorching Sixty hanging out the .40, pop him like a sixty-forty Any given night, go check the stats and see I'm really scoring [Outro] Stan, turn me up Bitch, ayy Yeah, ayy ShittyBoyz, Dog Shit Militia, that's on every song, huh, yeah