SCOREBOARD lyrics

[Intro]
Oh, really? (Gang)
Bah-bah-bah-bah-bah
b*tch
Oh, really? (Doe Beezy, Buddah Bless this beat)
Let's go (Go)

[Chorus]
Got my blicky out, b*tch, what you reachin' for? (What you reachin' for?)
Beezy keep the pole, but never keep a ho (Come here, baby)
Plug taxin', take him down, we had to leave him broke (Fool)
Went up on the opps so much, can't even keep the score (Let's do it)
Got the stick inside a Moncler coat (Fah-fah-fah, bah, bah)
Shooters headed to your trap, better watch that door (Gang)
All my young n*ggas know, up it, c*ck back, blow (Grrah, rrah)
I got deep-ass pockets, b*tch, how deep is your throat? (Mwah)

[Verse 1]
How deep is your throat, ho? How deep is your throat? (Ayy)
Baby say that she's a throat goat, don't tell me, you gotta show (Show it)
Gang rule number one, you up it, n*gga, you gotta blow it (Fah-fah-fah-fah-fah-fah-fah-fah)
Triеd to act like she wasn't goin', she saw thеse hundreds and now she open (Mwah, come here, baby)
Twenty-one rackades, I feel like I'm Deion (Ayy)
Brodie trap like Franklin, but I just shoot sh*t like Leon (Fah-fah-fah)
Judge can keep them pus*y n*ggas, just free mine (Gang, gang)
Try me, he done lost his mind, must've left his brain behind (Fool, let's go)
Do 'em dirty in a Moncler (Ayy, ayy)
Gang slid down and— with them— they was not there
Don't let IG fool you, behind the scenes, all my opps scared (Fools)
I been 'bout that sh*t since I wore Rocawear (Big Doe Beezy, ayy, gang)
[Chorus]
Got my blicky out, b*tch, what you reachin' for? (Fool)
Beezy keep the pole, but never keep a ho (Come here, baby)
Plug taxin', take him down, we had to leave him broke (Let's do it)
Went up on the opps so much, can't even keep the score (Oh, really?)
Got the stick inside a Moncler coat (Let's do it)
Shooters headed to your trap, better watch that door (Gang, gang)
All my young n*ggas know, up it, c*ck back, blow (Grrah, grrah)
I got deep-ass pockets, b*tch, how deep is your throat? (How deep is your throat, ho?)

[Verse 2]
Ain't gon' shoot that gun, n*gga, you should sell that (Ho)
Totin' a machine gun and a Kel-Tec (Ho)
Thought she was gon' be wifey, I hit, then I fell back (Ho)
Every time I say, "Broke n*ggas," my opps felt that (Naw, for real, pussies)
Deep down in they soul, they know they some hoes (They know they some hoes, f*ck 'em)
Always stalk my 'Gram, they know I'm they goals (Fools)
Uppin' bankrolls (Hey), this b*tch can't fold (Hey)
My youngin change poles way more than he change clothes (Think I'm playin'?)
Ayy, talkin' bout your pockets, but that pus*y know they empty (pus*y know they empty)
Gave my shooter two options, want a Rollie or a fifty? (Which one you think he chose?)
Motherf*cker savage, know he chose the blicky (Fool)
Go'n with all that cappin', pussies know who run the city (Know damn well)
I got shooters that's from every hood rollin' with me (Think I'm playin'?)
Shot him up the way, he landed down the way, oh, really? (Oh, really?)
Beezy, he that n*gga, that's a fact, I'm talkin' Fendi (Fendi)
Ridin' through my opps' hood, gettin' topped up in a Bentley (Ho-ass n*ggas, let's go)
[Chorus]
Got my blicky out, b*tch, what you reachin' for? (What you reachin' for?)
Beezy keep the pole, but never keep a ho (Come here, baby)
Plug taxin', take him down, we had to leave him broke (Gang)
Went up on the opps so much, can't even keep the score (Oh, really)
Got the stick inside a Moncler coat (Moncler, Moncler)
Shooters headed to your trap, better watch that door (Watch out, watch out, watch, watch out)
All my young n*ggas know, up it, c*ck back, blow (Bah)
I got deep-ass pockets, b*tch, how deep is your throat? (Mwah, oh, really? Come here, baby)

[Outro]
Doe Beezy
b*tch
Big Doe Beezy
Gang (You dig?)
Gang