YTB Fatt - Score lyrics

(Now, it's not magic, but it looks magical)
(DJ Bandz)
Uh
(Now, it's not magic, but it looks magical)
Take it back to the old, fuck it, I'll take it back to the basics, huh
(DJ Bandz)

The choppers up at my house, shit, choppers up at my house, shit
Fuck I lookin' like lettin' a nigga pass me? Hit the gas on me
Fuck I lookin' like lettin' a nigga come show they ass on me? Huh
Fuck I look like buyin' the drip off a nigga? That ain't in me, huh
Fuck I lookin' like goin' back and forth? I want him six feet
How you get your shit took and try to talk about me, nigga? At me
Only thing keepin' me calm is jumpin' out a nigga, choppers on P
You the type of nigga, get pulled over, put your whole gun on the seat
I'm the type of nigga, go to jail, that two forty and bond out at three, huh
Biggest Fox, pussy
I make that Fox call and that bitch yell like, "Woo"
I make that Fox call and bodies drop like, "Which?"
Cross me, I cut your throat in your sleep
Touch me, they kickin' your door 'bout me


Millions up, but I'm still servin' niggas QPs, I want it all, pussy
Keepin' your face clean, that's how I came in this game
Still got a bond with niggas who crack cocaine tied to their name

Yeah, go score
Huh, huh, huh, go score
Huh, uh, uh, uh, nigga, go score
Huh, huh, pussy, huh, go score
Huh, uh, go score

Huh, nigga ain't gotta tell me nothin', send the location, we goin' straight to it
Whatever background we identify, nigga, we gon' pop, just music
Go score, uh, huh, come score
Huh, nigga, them FNs blue, go, come score
Uh, uh, go score
Uh, woo, go score
I'm a jet flyin', diamond ring wearin' motherfucker, tss
And I ain't broke the rules yet in this street 'cause they'll take it out on my mama, nigga, go score
Huh, huh, psh, go score
Huh, whatever location, grab it, go score
Huh, rose gold, diamond baguettes, huh
Just bought two twin checks
I don't give a fuck the place in my name, I'll send you Drac' out the back, nigga, go score
Huh, huh, go score
Uh, pussy, whatever you doin', stop it, go score, uh