Scorin ft. Deuce2 Lyrics

Pass me the rock and I'm scoring it

And I be balling like Jordan (23)

And you know Johnny important

Gotta run up the bag right now, I'm tryna pull up in a motherfucking Urus

Tryna take all them trips to Europe

Yea my baby, I'm gonna Dior her (Yea, uh)

Uh yea, rockin Dior

Uh yea, pull up in a Porsche

Uh yea, bitches some whores

Uh yea, kick her out the door

Uh yea, me and my slatt

Uh yea, we countin them racks

Uh yea, we run up the racks

Uh yea, these niggas, they mad (Uh)

And you know that I'm patiently waiting

I see the guap and you know that I'm racing

You can't fuck with her if that bitch basic

And you know that lil Johnny amazing

Speaking Patois like I'm a Jamaican (Bomboclat)

Smoking ganja, he getting real faded

All these niggas, you know that they hating

But you know that lil Johnny gon make it

Call up my slime in this bitch yea

Me and my slime in this bitch yea

We there just tryna get rich yea

All of these niggas they bitches

Why you so broke? Needa fix it

All in the kitchen, I whip it

All in a bowl, yea I mix it

Got some sneaks for a hunnid, gon flip it

We get them bushes

We get em dead by the crack of the morning

Give bro the drop, ain't no problem he on it

We send some shots at ya block it's a warning

Through the heat at his ass like he sat in a sauna

Anytime that you want it, you know that we on it

I can't wait to get on and pull up in a foreign

All them bitches, they staring, you know that we scoring

I think that it's time for me just to go harder

I do this shit for my mom and my brothers

We see a opp, he get left in water

Just like every step, I be checking my shoulders

My mom keep on telling me I'm getting older

"While you trapping, they gon try to extort you"

"Remember the stuff that your father had told you"

"Cause he in the sky and he watching above you

Cause he in the sky and he watching above you"

On the block, we was trappin that shit everyday

I really been focused and got tired of play

You ain't putting in work, then just got out the way

If turned your back, it's nothing to say

Nothing to say, I'm on the block and I'm trapping with Clay

All of my niggas, you know we don't play

We spin through your block and we shooting broad day

More money, more problems, more problems mean getting more choppas yea

Whatever occasion, we gon get them Glocks in

I know sometimes that shit get hard and you just think bout stopping

But honestly this shit a game and you just gotta play your cards right yea