Post Scoring Lyrics

(Damn O-Boy you made that?)

The joker!

In the kitchen, cooking up just like i'm O-Boy

Plenty times, done fucked that money up with nun to show for it

Uh, huh, yeah, I been going hard up in the paint sumn' like a post scorer

I got a foreign bitch, but all I know is "Bonjour"

I sip on drank, I don't like wine, and damn sure don't want Espolon

If you ain't doing shit else with ya' life go put it on the line

Why would I trip over that bitch? Dawg, you know she ain't mine

Why would I buy that bitch a Carti? She a waste of time

You called my phone, I'm on the road right now, I'm sorry I can't talk

Every dollar matter, I done served ya' folks and had to walk

That car had spent once then it spent again, you know I had to toss

Ain't have to do too much, I fucked her in a fit I bought from ross

I been winning for too long, I think I need another loss

And I ain't working for nobody, I ain't never have a boss

Gon' do whatever that it take, you know that imma pay the cost

In the way ass nigga, always in between just like some floss

Ain't gotta lie bout what I did, he must ain't check my stats

Presidential how i'm riding, bulletproof the Cadillac

The weed you smoking on, got sprayed just like some Axe

I'm getting green all in The Bay, I'm touching down with packs

In the kitchen, cooking up just like i'm O-Boy

Plenty times, done fucked that money up with nun' to show for it

Uh, huh, yeah, I been going hard up in the paint sumn' like a post scorer

I got a foreign bitch, but all I know is "Bonjour"

I sip on drank, I don't like wine, and damn sure don't want Espolon

If you ain't doing shit else with ya' life, go put it on the line

Why would I trip over that bitch? Dawg, you know she ain't mine

Why would I buy that bitch a Carti? She a waste of time

Thinking 'bout ASG, while I'm in the back of the AMG

It's 1350 for a bag, or you just trynna get a HP?

If I can't shoot it, imma pass, it ain't no stopping 3

My niggas got this shit on lock, I swear we need the key

If you want El Sock up in ya presence, gotta pay that fee

Over here, I got ya bitch attached to me just like a flea

Can't listen to ya music, ya persona, that shit make believe

Just bought a pint, lil cous just asked for an Amiri tee

Uh, swing a bank, stream my music or just grab some weight

Lil bitch I do not wanna hear it that ya cycle late

Naw, nigga I ain't trynna kick it, when i'm in ya city, I just want some drank

My bro did some years for all that driving on the interstate

In the kitchen, cooking up just like i'm O-Boy

Plenty times, done fucked that money up with nun to show for it

Uh, huh, yeah, I been going hard up in the paint sumn' like a post scorer

I got a foreign bitch, but all I know is "Bonjour"

I sip on drank, I don't like wine, and damn sure don't want Espolon

If you ain't doing shit else with ya' life, go put it on the line

Why would I trip over that bitch? Dawg, you know she ain't mine

Why would I buy that bitch a Carti? She a waste of time