OsamaSon - Just Score It lyrics

Ugh, I'm off the X
Tryna leave a nigga dead
Slime goin' crazy
Somethin' wrong in his head
I'm geeked up, nigga, sippin' on red
Get behind the truck, and this bit' goin' fast
I got a bloody jean jacket, yeah
Say you want smoke, let's match it, yeah
Huh, yeah, huh, yeah
This ho wan' see sum'
What's up? (What's up?)
Posted up in that lil' black truck
Bit' wan' pour me up, uh-huh
Hol' up, alright, what's up?
Alright, bet, yeah
I'm finna get in that mode

(Boop-boop-boop-boop
Boop-boop-boop-boop
Boop-boop-boop)
Just score it


(Just score it)

You don't got racks, you fold, ugh
You don't even got no hoes, ugh
Keep on buyin' these clothes
Spent some racks, got my mouth on froze
I got a four-door car, full of poles
I was in the cut, Baby Chop gon' score
Big-ass sticks, you ain't even gon' blow
Glock 23 wherever I go
Jumpman, Jumpman, Jumpman, Jumpman
These niggas not on shit, not nothin'
I was in the kitchen, not baking no muffins
Bit' eat it up, had to tell her, "Use both hands"
Too much racks, can't put it in both hands
Lil' nigga used to look up to the dope man
Now I'm just tryna raise up, gon' score, man
Pick your shit off the mo'fuckin' floor, man

I got shooters on shooters, ugh
I got shooters on shooters, ugh
I got shooters on shooters, ugh
I got shooters on shooters, ugh
I got shooters on shooters, ugh
I got shooters on shooters, ugh
I got shooters on shooters, ugh
I got shooters on shooters, ugh

Ugh, I'm off the X
Tryna leave a nigga dead
Slime goin' crazy
Somethin' wrong in his head
I'm geeked up, nigga, sippin' on red
Get behind the truck, and this bit' goin' fast
I got a bloody jean jacket, yeah
Say you want smoke, let's match it, yeah
Huh, yeah, huh, yeah
This ho wanna see sum'
What's up? (What's up?)
Posted up in that lil' black truck
Bit' wan' pour me up, uh-huh
Hol' up, alright, what's up?
Alright, bet, yeah
I'm finna get in that mode

(Boop-boop-boop-boop
Boop-boop-boop-boop
Boop-boop-boop)
Just score it
(Just score it)