Up The Score lyrics

[Intro: The Godfather]
(It's Lando, your b*tch know, don't let your b*tch go, n*gga)
Yeah

[Verse 1: The Godfather]
Yung Sak Runner, b*tch, I stack hundreds
Wanna be a big dog, go and whack somethin'
I'm with BabyTron slidin', tryna smack somethin'
If you book me for a show, just know the strap comin'
Yeah, I'm on gang sh*t, 4Matic, lane switch
I've been with the same clique who f*cked on your main b*tch
Lips remain zipped, blow this b*tch right off the hip
Show you how a boss'll get, gon' die just 'cause you talkin' sh*t

[Verse 2: BabyTron]
sh*ttyBoyz, Dog sh*t Militia
I can kill him off the drip
Bro code can't even turn me on, sh*t, I'm off this b*tch (I'm gone)
Me and MJ on the 6, probably off a six
We've been heavy on the Wocky, I forgot that coughs exist (Ahh)
Marni bucket hat, I'm lookin' like I caught a fish (Reelin')
Paid for dinner, then she hoed you, you just bought a kiss (Lame)
Two thousand all slips on thе joggin' fit
Doggy thought that he was loadin' up until he saw the glitch

[Verse 3: YSR Gramz]
Yung Sak Runnеr
Broke as hell or rich as f*ck, I'm still the same n*gga
I ain't NBA YB, I hang with gravediggers
He wasn't loyal to the gang, we had to trade that n*gga
How the f*ck you get on and you ain't save your n*ggas?
He always cappin' in his raps, he wear all fitteds
Free Dee Rich, that n*gga shoot like Cole Bennett
Fell in love with her head, she a soul stealer
I buy all my Percocets from old women
[Verse 4: J1Hunnit]
1Hunnit
We got a plug on the—, he breathe poppy seeds
I'm sick my mama make the n*gga proud, she do a poppy knee
We got the switch, why this n*gga think he Hercules?
The 'za smell fresh, it ain't ready, you gotta burp the weed
Up the score on them cats, I'm tryna take the lead
You the same as what's-his-name, you would've took the pleas
I work with dog all day, I'm in here swattin' fleas
I could've bought some Off-White, I went and bought some P's