Upping The Score (One Mic Freestyle) lyrics

[Intro]
(Haha, it's-it's-it's Shomii on the beat, you already know how we rockin', man) KR
(That's what I'm talkin' about, that's why he's the MVP) Like, damn
He said (That's why he's the G.O.A.T., the G—)
(24 is the G.O.A.T.)

[Chorus]
Like, f*ck all that music sh*t (Suck my di*k)
When it's really down to the drillin' (Like, what?), like
My n*ggas uppin' the score (Like, damn, b*tch, grrah, grrah, grrah)
Iffy might spin, put the dot on his fitted
Ayo, Touch, sh*t got a kick
Sp-spinnin' in tints, them sh*ts get flipped (Like, what?)
Damn, and please do not creep
I got PTSD from the sh*t that I did (Damn, damn, grrah)

[Verse]
Why-why he dissin'? He want my attention, like
And we seen you run on your mans (Damn, damn)
Got some feelings from sh*t I can't mention (Mention, what?)
Big-big gun, this sh*t don't jam, damn
Keep my gun and my b*tch on my side (Damn, like, what?)
I'm a demon, I do try to hide it (Likе, damn)
In my feelings, hidin' in silence
Like, can't run, too latе, been popped him (Popped him)
Free-free Safe, freedom's a must (Free Safe)
Like, how you dissin'? Like, who did you touch? (Who did you touch?)
We don't care 'bout the sh*t that you do (What did you— what?)
What did you do when you ran into us? (Grrah)
In all black tryna find me a Blixk'
He feelin' tough, he could die with his grip (Like, damn)
Drop my 4, he got put on the floor (Like, what?)
Beef ain't dead 'til he dead on the floor (Damn, damn, damn)
Like, what? Damn, head tap, drop 'em (Like, what?)
Catch a hot one for thinkin' he got one (Like, damn)
Brodie told me to trill through the shorts
It's two opps in the spot, I'ma flock 'em (Flock one)
41 got the city on hots, damn
Thootie, dead on a bed (Thootie), like
I told that b*tch, "Get the f*ck off my leg
If you not givin' head, better kick me ahead"
Ain't get touched, how you my opp? (What?)
Damn, y'all n*ggas not smokin' my dead
We cannot beef 'cause he talk to the cops
You gotta stop that, who did you flock at?
Like, what? Like, what?
If he spin, better go for the kill, I'ma flock back (Grrah, grrah)
Big gun pushin' his top back
It's a good day, bro got us a opp pack (Grrah, grrah, grrah)
[Chorus]
Like, f*ck all that music sh*t (Suck my di*k)
When it's really down to the drillin' (Like, what?), like
My n*ggas uppin' the score (Like, damn, b*tch, grrah, grrah, grrah)
Iffy might spin, put the dot on his fitted
Ayo, Touch, sh*t got a kick (Like, damn)
Sp-spinnin' in tints, them sh*ts get flipped (Like, what?)
Damn, and please do not creep
I got PTSD from the sh*t that I did (Damn, damn, damn)