SCORE IT Lyrics – Chris Wel
Singer: Chris Wel
Title: SCORE IT
Exactly
We finna score this sh#t
I got bars and I’m bautta blow
2311
Y’all ain’t know I could rap
Let’s goo
Go put the bottles in Bentley truck ’cause we gotta go
Hefenny Stephen got a job we bautta blow
Say f#ck to L’s & BS
No time for relapse but flows
We done flipped some sh#ts down
Now we movin’ on ’em
I’ma score it
We gotta score it
Every time we movin’ hard they ain’t see our forearm
Now b#tches wanna pull up onto us for leisure timin’
. now every season
We gettin’ higher and higher gorgeous
We let them hunnid scattered and they lost
Them forgiatto’s
I’ma cook it hard so my friends gotta come
Up wit’ me
I’ma score it
We gotta score it
VERSE: 1
Get up and ruin this sh#t
We ain’t got no sympathy
SB’s ballin’ in the street
You don’t got to move so free
My n#gg#s are murkin’ he and they still wit’ wrong idea
Pop out now in JB, Toronto lookin’ for the
Richest gees
Catch up with my boys
Only FANTA there’s no wine
Always goin’ H.A.M
Like my fans they going high
MEMO got the beat and we killin’ every sh#t
G’Fazos is clean, snow bunny she follow me
Gotta fill up my bucket with the stash sh#t
Kill the fiends always let ’em know we ballin’
I done cut off all the opps since they 18
No any corner meeting them they hatin’ afee
b#tches cases
The opps cases
All the stresses
The f#ckin’ n#gg#s
Clear the bush ’cause we need no any boofin’
Gotta focus up until we make it
Go put the bottles in Bentley truck ’cause we gotta go
Hefenny Stephen got a job we bautta blow
Say f#ck to L’s & BS
No time for relapse but flows
We done flipped some sh#ts down
Now we movin’ on ’em
I’ma score it
We gotta score it
Every time we movin’ hard they ain’t see our forearm
Now b#tches wanna pull up onto us for leisure timin’
Now every season
We gettin’ higher and higher gorgeous
We let them hunnid scattered and they lost
Them forgiatto’s
I’ma cook it hard so my friends gotta come
Up wit’ me
I’ma score it
We gotta score it
VERSE: 2
Backin’ up full this time leavin’ nothin’ which is tiny
Quick to blow up high regardless of all the
Opps and spy
What you need just ask you need a f#ck or
f#ck needs you
’cause we don’t give a f#ck to #ssh#l#s
n#gg#s as we feelin’ high
Lamborghini was speeding on next side
And no lane switch and the road was so
Blocked fine
Approaching enemies if we out they shooting clean
We sneaked into other trucks so we were safed
Unlucky n#gg# capped 2
That was even part two
Laid his body tatted to
So we movin’ careful
Now we came to power every sh#t we leading now
No any corner meeting them they hatin’ afee
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