SCOREBOARD lyrics

[Verse: Baby Smoove]
I'm so quick to call a play, they been done threw you off the backboard
If I up my price now, they give me exactly what I ask for
Take the jersey off your back, you ain't with the gang no more
She gave me head for some hours, I'm like, "Damn, I know your neck sore"
Soon as I wake up, I hit the blunt and put my chain on
Soon as I wake up, I hit the cut and put my rings on
I can show you how to make like twenty mil' off eight songs
Ain't no S on my chest, it's an F with this Bape on
Everybody know if you run up, I'll make you fall back
I been rich for some years, ain't seen you n*ggas with the ball yet
I heard n*ggas goin' broke, I swear to God I could'vе called that
I don't respect no n*gga tеllin', that sh*t over, you a whole rat
n*gga think it's sweet, they gon' spin until they get him
You gotta make that sh*t count, you can't hit nobody innocent
Chopper back a n*gga down, get in that paint, then we finish him
You the type to go around tellin' n*ggas that we killin' it
I don't wanna hit your blunt, swear to God you can face that
Right there with my zipper be exactly where her face at
You the type of n*gga tryna pinch at your man's sack
Every bullet in here hit a n*gga like a ho back
Hundred-twenty, all fifties, it look good than a b*tch
I only got this Glock 'cause it's good with the switch
You want me on a song, twenty thousand for a hit
This cup dark as f*ck, like three hundred every sip