Up The Score

Pull up in them foreigns
Wildin like we Jordan
We ain't goin back and forth, you never home
Opps steady sneak dissin, but can never up the score
Another peace officer dead, man this shit is getting boring
Fuck Covid man I really need to tour
Fuck a wifey, man I really need what's yours
Is looking like you finna be in a divorce
I got the fire, you'll be unemployed

How we gon beef when you can't up the score
All that suicide thoughts when I open up my doors
One type of dough when I jump out the Rolls
A hunnid shells droppin, man who did it, who knows
How we gon beef when you can't up the score
All that suicide thoughts when I open up my doors
One type of dough when I hop out the Rolls
A hunnid shells [?], man who did it, who knows
Man
How we gon beef when you can't up the score
A hunnid shells [?], man who did it, who knows
How we gon beef when you can't up the score
A hunnid shells [?], man who did it, who knows

Look
How we gon beef, he ain't dead, get a x-ray
Dumped his shells out, leave the burner where my ex stay
Hit the east coast, on the field where the Mets play
When I'm bored, make her do tricks like the X Games
[?], work hard like an ese
Spanish bitch on a dick, begging for the leche
Compton crip nigga [?]
Cool on the drugs but the homies call me jefe
Brown Julio, pat round be don't this
To much, talking out the mouth get a new bitch
Old bitch rollin with the homies, clueless
Shanti versing with the clip, foolish
This Red Bull, hit the drink, I got wings bitch
That .45 with a kit, got a mean grit
Manifest what I want, I don't dream shit
Lookin for a door, cuddle up with that dream bitch

How we gon beef when you can't up the score
All that suicide thoughts when I open up my doors
One type of dough when I jump out the Rolls
A hunnid shells droppin, man who did it, who knows
How we gon beef when you can't up the score
All that suicide thoughts when I open up my doors
One type of dough when I hop out the Rolls
A hunnid shells [?], man who did it, who knows

Look
How we gon beef when you niggas ain't got not funds
Had me on the news, and I took em on the run
Brought the sticks out, they don't want to have no fun
Imma die about this shit, I put that on my son
Suckas up the way, hit a nigga cause I'm poppin
Imma shoot it out in the mall if I'm shoppin
Imma lie to the lil bitch, she think we rockin
Dumb lil bitch, thinkin she the only topic
That's a Micheal Kors purse bitch, you need to stop it
That's the type shit that yo nigga got you rockin
Yea I took a trip to Michigan for the profit
Guns layin all around this bitch, yea we got it
Two percs, who gon kill everybody standin
Cameras everywhere, you little niggas better not panick
I ain't come to party, bitch I come to do some damage
Hittin every block, chasin niggas with this cannon

How we gon beef when you can't up the score
All that suicide thoughts when I open up my doors
One type of dough when I jump out the Rolls
A hunnid shells droppin, man who did it, who knows
How we gon beef when you can't up the score
All that suicide thoughts when I open up my doors
One type of dough when I hop out the Rolls
A hunnid shells [?], man who did it, who knows

Man
How we gon beef when you can't up the score
A hunnid shells [?], man who did it, who knows
How we gon beef when you can't up the score
A hunnid shells [?], man who did it, who knows