just score it

Ugh, I'm off the X, tryna leave a nigga dead Slime goin' crazy, somethin' wrong in his head I'm geeked up, nigga, just pourin' red Get behind the truck, and this bit' goin' fast I got a bloody jean jacket, yeah Say you want smoke, let's match it, yeah Huh, yeah, huh, yeah This ho wan' see sum', what's up? (What's up?) Posted up in that lil' black truck Bit' wan' pour me up, uh-huh Hol up, alright what's up? Alright, bet, yeah finna get in that mode (Boop-boop-boop-boop, boop-boop-boop-boop-boop-boop-boop) Just score it (Just score it) You don't got racks, you fold, ugh You don't even got no hoes, ugh Keep on buyin' these clothes Spent some racks, got my mouth on froze I got a four-door car, full of poles I was in the cut, Baby Chop gon' score Big-ass sticks, you ain't even gon' blow Glock 23 wherever I go Jumpman, Jumpman, Jumpman, Jumpman These niggas not on shit, not nothin' I was in the kitchen, not baking no muffins Bit' eat it up, had to tell her, "Use both hands" Too much racks, can't put it in both hands Lil' nigga used to look up to the dope man Now I'm just tryna raise up, gon' score, man Pick your shit off the mo'fuckin' floor, man I got shooters on shooters, ugh I got shooters on shooters, ugh I got shooters on shooters, ugh I got shooters on shooters, ugh I got shooters on shooters, ugh I got shooters on shooters, ugh I got shooters on shooters, ugh I got shooters on shooters, ugh Ugh, I'm off the X, tryna leave a nigga dead Slime goin' crazy, somethin' wrong in his head I'm geeked up, nigga, just pourin' red Get behind the truck, and this bit' goin' fast I got a bloody jean jacket, yeah Say you want smoke, let's match it, yeah Huh, yeah, huh, yeah This ho wan' see sum', what's up? (What's up?) Posted up in that lil' black truck Bit' wan' pour me up, uh-huh Hol up, alright what's up? Alright, bet, yeah finna get in that mode (Boop-boop-boop-boop, boop-boop-boop-boop-boop-boop-boop) Just score it (Just score it)