StanWill - Scoring lyrics
[StanWill - Scoring lyrics]
(Stan, turn me up) yeah
Bitch (ShittyBoyz, Dog Shit Militia, that's on every song, huh, yeah)
Huh, yeah
(ShittyBoyz, ShittyBoyz, ShittyBoyz)
If pressure make diamonds, when it's over
I'ma be a gem i could go blind
Shit ain't stopping me from seeing M's
Bitch caught be cheating once, fuck it
I'ma cheat again
Waking up and not chasing money?
That should be a sin
Luke Skywalker couldn't force me
To love a bitch hotter than a stove when I'm
Riding through the oven Mitt
CPN fire with this bitch, I just summon whips
Scorching in the rental
Hundred giffies and a dozen blicks
Hutch did the kit, fuck a new jeweler
I be toting cannons in thе
Mall like a YouTuber
Lil' bro be upping bluеs
Funny he a soo-wooper
Team player with yo bitch
Me and Dee gon' choo-choo her
Masked up in yo hood like I'm Dr doom
It's a tech or Off White Nike
If I rock the swoosh
Everybody on my team score
We be lobbing oops
If I hit her with a follow back
Know I'm knocking boots if I'm above gang
I ain't winning till our bag equal
Punch, slide, scam, trap
All my niggas bad people
I X him out, play with metal like I'm Magneto
Rocking out with Dracs
Four deep like our ass Beatles
Brodie high as hell, eyes red in that Red Eye
Better keep yo hands to yourself
We let lead fly bro was in school with the
Cookie like that nigga
Gang boxed the stu' with exotics
Got me head high
Thousand dollar steps at a time
I'm just living life
Seeing how yo bitch cheating on you
I can't get a wife
Looking like a plumber, anywhere I go
I'm with a pipe
Wipe my ass with a blue strip
This the shitty life
Embosser, MSR, and Deezy Printer
Them my scam tools
Reaching? That's a gamble, boy
You better off on Fan Duel
Since a snot nose
Was never worried 'bout no damn school
Jumped in the deep
Grew some gills and I swam through it
Mary had a little lamb chop
What my bitch eating nike tech
The Goose X Amiri when it switch seasons
If I up the rackies on her
Bet yo bitch'll lick penis
Apple jack stacking, fuck a job, bitch
Rip Steven
Gang pouring thousand dollar cups
I'm with rich junkies
Only time I'm ever on my ass is when I shit
Dummy she ain't have no Black Rock today
Got my bitch grumpy big shitter, bitch
Fuck around and had to switch undies
Everything I wear be wet as hell
It's like I'm skinny dipping
Dog Shit Militia, bitch
We probably in yo city shitting
We on Ocean Drive upping blues
Got the bitties tripping
Shout-out all the heads I
Done cracked for 256s
If you ain't blowing dick, hit the door
I ain't got time
Only change clothes and switch hoes
I don't swap sides
I'll probably die and decompose
'fore the opps slide
Wouldn't lift the gas if you smacked
Me with a stop sign
Could be paralyzed waist down
Still would run it up
On Miami Beach tripping, Mike Amiri button up
Ksubis stuffed with blue Benjis, boy
These bitches hugging nuts
At the bar cramming lamb chops
Till my stomach stuffed
I be in the lab with Glock tucked, bitch
We Blick and Morty
On a giffy trip in Tallahassee
Left the city scorching
Sixty hanging out the 40
Pop him like a sixty-forty any given night
Go check the stats and see I'm really scoring
Stan, turn me up bitch, ayy
Yeah, ayy
ShittyBoyz, Dog Shit Militia, that's
On every song, huh, yeah
Bitch (ShittyBoyz, Dog Shit Militia, that's on every song, huh, yeah)
Huh, yeah
(ShittyBoyz, ShittyBoyz, ShittyBoyz)
If pressure make diamonds, when it's over
I'ma be a gem i could go blind
Shit ain't stopping me from seeing M's
Bitch caught be cheating once, fuck it
I'ma cheat again
Waking up and not chasing money?
That should be a sin
Luke Skywalker couldn't force me
To love a bitch hotter than a stove when I'm
Riding through the oven Mitt
CPN fire with this bitch, I just summon whips
Scorching in the rental
Hundred giffies and a dozen blicks
Hutch did the kit, fuck a new jeweler
I be toting cannons in thе
Mall like a YouTuber
Lil' bro be upping bluеs
Funny he a soo-wooper
Team player with yo bitch
Me and Dee gon' choo-choo her
Masked up in yo hood like I'm Dr doom
It's a tech or Off White Nike
If I rock the swoosh
Everybody on my team score
We be lobbing oops
If I hit her with a follow back
Know I'm knocking boots if I'm above gang
I ain't winning till our bag equal
Punch, slide, scam, trap
All my niggas bad people
I X him out, play with metal like I'm Magneto
Rocking out with Dracs
Four deep like our ass Beatles
Brodie high as hell, eyes red in that Red Eye
Better keep yo hands to yourself
We let lead fly bro was in school with the
Cookie like that nigga
Gang boxed the stu' with exotics
Got me head high
Thousand dollar steps at a time
I'm just living life
Seeing how yo bitch cheating on you
I can't get a wife
Looking like a plumber, anywhere I go
I'm with a pipe
Wipe my ass with a blue strip
This the shitty life
Embosser, MSR, and Deezy Printer
Them my scam tools
Reaching? That's a gamble, boy
You better off on Fan Duel
Since a snot nose
Was never worried 'bout no damn school
Jumped in the deep
Grew some gills and I swam through it
Mary had a little lamb chop
What my bitch eating nike tech
The Goose X Amiri when it switch seasons
If I up the rackies on her
Bet yo bitch'll lick penis
Apple jack stacking, fuck a job, bitch
Rip Steven
Gang pouring thousand dollar cups
I'm with rich junkies
Only time I'm ever on my ass is when I shit
Dummy she ain't have no Black Rock today
Got my bitch grumpy big shitter, bitch
Fuck around and had to switch undies
Everything I wear be wet as hell
It's like I'm skinny dipping
Dog Shit Militia, bitch
We probably in yo city shitting
We on Ocean Drive upping blues
Got the bitties tripping
Shout-out all the heads I
Done cracked for 256s
If you ain't blowing dick, hit the door
I ain't got time
Only change clothes and switch hoes
I don't swap sides
I'll probably die and decompose
'fore the opps slide
Wouldn't lift the gas if you smacked
Me with a stop sign
Could be paralyzed waist down
Still would run it up
On Miami Beach tripping, Mike Amiri button up
Ksubis stuffed with blue Benjis, boy
These bitches hugging nuts
At the bar cramming lamb chops
Till my stomach stuffed
I be in the lab with Glock tucked, bitch
We Blick and Morty
On a giffy trip in Tallahassee
Left the city scorching
Sixty hanging out the 40
Pop him like a sixty-forty any given night
Go check the stats and see I'm really scoring
Stan, turn me up bitch, ayy
Yeah, ayy
ShittyBoyz, Dog Shit Militia, that's
On every song, huh, yeah