Teejayx6 - Credit Score lyrics

Got in the club with my strap
I ain't get checked by security
Touched my first $10
000 and I ain't even hit puberty
I don't even fuckin' juug no more
Stop accusing me
Is you niggas really gettin' money or not
Stop confusing me making rap money
Of course I got the strap dummy
I'm with my slime niggas
They wipe your nose like it's runnin'
Just seen one of my opps in my hood
He got to runnin'
That nigga ran like a bitch soon
As he seen me comin'
Paid $200 for a quarter blowing bubblegum
The hoes don't be responding to your
DMs 'cause you a fuckin' bum
I told your bitch to get off me
I'm 'bout to fuckin' cum
Just bought a new glizzy and it
Came with a fifty drum
Just paid for a bitch nails
It was fifty dollars
I got fifty hoes' numbers so
Everyday I got fifty problems
I'm tryna have a house party
Bring fifty condoms
I just bought a fire ass piece
It cost me fifty dollars
Walk in Walmart so I can
Buy a burnt out computer
The feds burnt my IP so I
Just use the WiFi in Hooters
How you was a good student back in
School but turned into a shooter?
They banned my fuckin' phone now
I can't even download Uber
I'm bout to play that Jaiswan song
'cause yo bitch a chooser
You was crying 'cause you took a
Fuckin' loss boy you a loser
I just caught your bitch cheatin' boy
You need to lose her
At first you was in your bag
Boy but you fuckin' lost it
Ordered a blank credit card online
Then I embossed it
Just got this white nigga information
It say he live in Boston
I hate my fuckin' weed man 'cause
His shit always have me coughin'
Put a hole in a nigga head
And nickname his ass 'Dolphin'
This white nigga be buyin'
All my fuckin' BINs
I think his name Austin
Ever since my last mixtape
I think I fuckin' lost it
Told my cousin to hold this money for
Me and he fuckin' lost it
And I remember I lost some money that day
I almost fuckin' popped him
Chop a nigga head off and kick
It like we playin' soccer
I'd rather use my strap on a
Nigga 'cause I'm not a boxer
Thought he was gettin' iPhones but
I sent empty boxes
I dumped my old bitch 'cause
The fuckin' relationship was toxic
Just bought a brand new strap
I'm 'bout to go and pop it
I got some fire ass music just
Wait 'till I drop it
I just got a fire ass promo from Blac Chyna
I got it that one time when she
Was in a relationship wit' Tyga
I only invested $1, 500, made $15, 000
Go and boost up fifteen people credit score
Get fifteen houses
I had to cut this one bitch
Off 'cause she was too childish
Everybody in the city fucked yo bitch
She got a lotta mileage
I'm 'bout to go and get a rental
It got zero mileage
But soon as I'm done with
It, gon' have 100, 000
All it take is ten days to make $100, 000
I might stop doin' fraud and
Just go sell 100 verses
I think I got about 100 hoes
I need 100 purses i robbed about 100 niggas
So that's 100 curses
Seen a opp in public and I
Left him dead on the surface
Can't be around broke niggas
I think I'm allergic