Scoreboard ft. $human Lyrics

Yeah he on the scoreboard

Play these games just like it's hopscotch

Yeah he on the scoreboard

Play these games just like it's hopscotch

Yeah he on the scoreboard

Play these games just like it's hopscotch

Yeah he on the scoreboard

Play these games just like it's hopscotch

Wit me, let's hop in the droptop

This shit gas don't break my hotbox

Got no time, yeah he on the shot clock

Want her bad, we connect like hotspot

New bitch, she like to smoke pot

Can't fuck wit you, cuz y'all really be ops

I'm way too high, on freeze now

Pulling up on that nigga woo wop

Yeah, in a brand new drop top

Going up to Saks with one of my ops thots

Yea, she gon' give me his new drop

Beefin' with me, you know it's a problem

Yeah, you know you can't solve it

Growing up I went from Batman to Robin

Damn, I think I gotta problem

Eazy E, I be creepin' and crawlin'

Cause they do to much talkin'

Glock make him shut up, blunt got me coughin'

Damn, I'm too high, I can't walk man

We shoot shots just like we Boston

Yeah, they know we ballin'

Look so good, got yo bitch calling

Yeah, got yo bitch calling

Damn, I fuckin can't think

Smoke till I can barely breathe

Yea, now it's hard to see

Off these Xannies havin' dreams

I been high, I'm sippin' lean

Bad bitch, but I'll break her spleen

Tell that bitch get on her knees

Love that bitch only when she scream

They be like shum where you be

On a yacht chillin on the sea

Smoking on that Cali green

I be high like fuck you mean

Sippin' on that rapper lean

Gotta stay sharp cause they want me

If I go to jail I don't cop a plea

I'll just sit and do my deed

That shit is not stopping me

I'll be on top with the team

Making money you have never seen

All these niggas wanna be like me

Never that they can't compete

Sliding on niggas like I'm on skis

Upping the score like you won't believe

Yo bitch love me in the sheets

She said baby are you loving me

I said baby no that cannot be

Love is blind and I can see

Better get low when you see me

Letting it blow straight at yo knees

I'm just tryin to cripple hem

Seven six two's explode yo spleen

Bad influence that is me

What you tryna do

Better yet, let's go make a move

He'll make a move and we'll make a move

Chop on me, bring 'em to his doom

I'm in yo bitch house eating her food

Want me to be her step daddy too

I fucked her friend, she ain't got a clue

Don't know what I'm supposed to do

Got yo bitch and she in my room

I know you mad, shit I would be too

Don't test me, cuz I keep this two

Off these drugs until I'm blew

Fa fa fa, at his head, that dude

Don't want no smoke, cuz he'll get flew

We in a civic, In a brand new coupe

Fuck that bitch, I'll give her the boot

What, yeah he on the scoreboard, aye

What, yeah he on the scoreboard, aye

What, yeah he on the scoreboard, aye

What, yeah he on the scoreboard, aye