SCORE Lyrics

Yo, I'm getting my racks with the fam

Pull up with that four, we upping the score

Yeah, we leaving that boy jammed

She acting real odd, she tryna mess with me on cam

But my shooter will pull out that stick and I ain't talking no ram

Tell that boy to meet me on the tram

But I know that lil' boy ain't go

Bullets gon' paint his body, Van Gogh

That boy is a midget, a troll

And I swear I can't mess with no troll

Your girl mess with me on the low

I did it in your crib, she said keep it down

Said you got a gun, but it made no sound

How you got scammed with an empty round

Yeah, I'm with your girl, she tasty

She said how it was, yeah, amazing

I know this not fortnite

But I just be phasing

Get more than you make every other occasion

When I get too high, I look like a blasian

Want to know what's in my bank

It's a multiplication equation

That choppa, he facing

I'm not in a rush, but in street, I be racing

That boy too fat, he get to the pacing

Lil' bro on my DM's asking for a placement

And lil' bro on my DM's asking for a feat, uh-huh

Better know that I come with a fee, uh-huh

Told this girl up to sit in a seat, uh-huh

Asking her why she really want me, ha-ha

Shout out me and Denckins on the beat

Listen to the beat, it go dun dun dun dun

I don't only do this for the fun, uh-huh

Cause I know that money gonna weigh a ton

For that boy is not gonna weigh a ton

If he keep acting like he my son

For that boy is not gonna weigh a ton

If he keep acting like he my son

And I swear I'm not really done

And I won't stop even if I make a ton

Yeah, that money, it won't change me

Money talks, say you can't contain me

Couldn't believe this old girl framed me

Now these labels tryna sign and frame me

Drippin' too hard, but you can't drain me

People praying my down fall, trynna shame me

Yeah, Yeah, Yeah

Yo, I'm getting my racks with the fam

Pull up with that four, we upping the score

Yeah, we leaving that boy jammed

She acting real odd, she tryna mess with me on cam

But my shooter will pull out that stick and I ain't talking no ram

Tell that boy to meet me on the tram

But I know that lil' boy ain't go

Bullets gon' paint his body, Van Gogh

That boy is a midget, a troll

And I swear I can't mess with no troll

Your girl mess with me on the low

I did it in your crib, she said keep it down

Said you got a gun, but it made no sound

How you got scammed with an empty round