Up The Score Lyrics
You n***** ain’t it
You up the score, we up the score
It ain’t much to come spin
You double back, we triple back
Quadruple, fuck it, come quin
You gotta wave the white flag
That’s the only way to end
I’m tryna win
One chop rock out, everybody gone
Can’t fuck with n***** that fuck with opps, see, that’s dangerous
Ain’t no cop out, everybody done
Can’t talk to n***** that talk to cops, see, that’s dangerous
One chop rock out, everybody gone
These bitches giving up the drop, see, that’s dangerous
Ain’t no cop out, everybody done
One chop rock out, everybody gone
Can’t fuck with n***** that fuck with opps, see, that’s dangerous
Ain’t no cop out, everybody done
Can’t talk to n***** that talk to cops, see, that’s dangerous
One chop rock out, everybody gone
These bitches giving up the drop, see, that’s dangerous
Ain’t no cop out, everybody done
If I slide, then it’s gon’ be a scene
He ain’t die, run it back again
.223s running through your house
You shoulda never ran your mouth
You act like you don’t know what we about
You act like breathing don’t compare to clout
We gave him five, he still walking round
Next time we gon’ walk him down
Every day, we on the block, we on that same strip
Frontline, ready to stop, we on the same shit
Talking this and this and that, y’all just be saying shit
You n***** ain’t it
Can’t fuck with n***** that fuck with opps
You up the score, we up the score
It ain’t much to come spin
These bitches giving up the drop
You double back, we triple back
Quadruple, fuck it, come quin
Can’t fuck with n***** that fuck with opps
You gotta wave the white flag
That’s the only way to end
These bitches giving up the drop, see that’s dangerous
I’m tryna win
Really don’t like you
I just went on a competition like Mike do
Spin on n***** like Michael
Wave that stick like a maestro
I hear you rapping that killer shit like you psycho
Y’all play tough for the white folks
When it’s war, I ain’t fucking bitches
That’s really not my style
I got all my hoes blocked until somebody get knocked down
You know it come with this shit, that’s part of wearing the crown
Some n***** ready, some n***** not
Some n***** might throw in that towel
Careful what you wish for
You just might get sent for
It could be your lucky day
You shoulda played the pick four
Dropped a quarter on your hood
And I could’ve spent more
Y’all n***** not bulletproof
But I just did the Benz doors
You n***** ain’t it
Can’t fuck with n***** that fuck with opps
You up the score, we up the score
It ain’t much to come spin
These bitches giving up the drop
You double back, we triple back
Quadruple, fuck it, come quin
Can’t fuck with n***** that fuck with opps
You gotta wave the white flag
That’s the only way to end
These bitches giving up the drop, see, that’s dangerous
I’m tryna win