letra de scoreboard (remix) - saithedemon & mdot 59
[intro: saithedemon]
check out that vietnamese guy giving a business to those vietnam vets
scoreboard, scoreboard, 600, aw, what happened to your friend?
grahh, grahh
hey i know that guy, i k!ll him, he cry like a b-tch
[chorus: saithedemon]
graow bang, n-gga pass me the ball
double o tryna double the score, if one lack by himself then that’s one off the board
ring ring, n-gga i got that call, lil’ bro tryna flock on ’em all, n-gga
he said he got the nine in the .9, but he need a new 30 installed
i got the 4o right on the block where they no-shows, first n-gga seen watch him fall
she jack thе opps that’s a no-no, she gotta go though after i get in hеr drawls
i made her freeze like a frodo, that sh-t no joke though, i slap my d-ck on her jaw, n-gga
that’s word to bro though, i don’t like coco if that b-tch bryce in the mall
[verse 1: saithedemon]
back to the script tho, he tried to run and he tripped though
i turned the beam on then i had switched to the flash, what the f-ck? i ain’t know we equipped those
i told tp to get close, i love my don’, i won’t flock out the window
creeping up with my b-tch, not your regular grip, double tapping that sh-t while i’m holding her hips though
why you think you gon’ get low? i’ll walk ’em down with this pole, i’ma get you
i’m coming to throw, these sh-ts gon’ explode, when these bullets start flying, they ripping through vessel
n-gga where you gon’ go? it’s just me and the loc, tryna let this sh-t blow and start throwing like several
i seen yus ducking his mental, n-gga kid thought he popping them [?]
they keep mentioning sai, they not looking for sai ’cause lil sai with a loc with a .380 special
why they mention the double o devil? i got co, that’s the big 4o n-gga you better duck from my favorite utensil
think he upping on me, i won’t let you, thought he uppin’ on me, he keep running from me ’cause this sh-t get to letting out pencil
this sh-t not makin’ sense, why n-gga fall on his face and now all of a sudden they all off the bench?
i’m in the 4s, they don’t f-ck with the trend
i’m with the makk and the makk got a zen
since them n-ggas don’t come to the 10 when we get to that block we not makin’ amends
bro had the beam on his back, he started smacking this sh-t, think he need a new gen
[chorus: saithedemon]
graow bang, n-gga pass me the ball
double o tryna double the score, if one lack by himself then that’s one off the board
ring ring, n-gga i got that call, lil’ bro tryna flock on ’em all, n-gga
he said he got the nine in the .9, but he need a new 30 installed
i got the 4o right on the block where they no-shows, first n-gga seen watch him fall
she jack the opps that’s a no-no, she gotta go though after i get in her drawls
i made her freeze like a frodo, that sh-t no joke though, i slap my d-ck on her jaw, n-gga
that’s word to bro though, i don’t like coco if that b-tch bryce in the mall
[verse 2: mdot 59]
focus up with the g, he think he wavy not wavier than me
wanna chill with the fs? roll q in a splee
gotta walk up the block and start tapping the g
tap tap tap, n-gga fast on his feet, what the f-ck you gon’ do when i back out the g?
n-gga wd-40, the glock got a beam
f-ck the rap man i suit up like bron on the heat
walk down on the 4, they know the vibes i done turned on the beam they start duckin’ they head
i think that’s a opp i can tell by the dreads, when i cl!cked through the 4 man i thought he was dead
creep low with the g, gotta get in your stance, keep cl!cking the g ’til that sh-t c-ckin’ back
it won’t jam on the drill, if you make an excuse on the drill i’ma cl!ck then you walking it back
the ds getting heavy, you p-ss on your hand when you done with the drill, n-gga don’t make it messy
citibike with the g, i think that we hit us an opp on the scene, they gon’ call it a mess
i got too much to lose, but i keep thinking ’bout nu so right now i’ma give him my best
n-gga shoutout the dreadhead, smoking the jet dead right in the blunt, he keep punching my chest
look through the smoke when i think i see ray, pop wanna diss i was punching his face
deady a d-ck, shouldn’t have played with his gun but he played with his gun n-gga now he a eighth
what’s up with the taylor? ar keep suckin’ our d-ck, he do bad need to stay in his place
n-ggas gon’ cap like they come to the f, they don’t come to the f man that sh-t not the case
n-ggas smoking on damo, they suckin’ they d-ck for the clout word to bro we gon’ show ’em a vibe
i can merch they was fl!ckin’ they wrist, same week n-ggas went on the bus tryna fl!ck on the ‘hive
every track n-ggas dissin’ and making this sh-t sound good, n-ggas looking for dot 59
they don’t come to the f, n-ggas know what it is, n-ggas know what i’m on when they run into the prime
like free raf, we not gon’ get on his ass, but wiki, bro know he did bad
die l’zz, n-gga wiki saw me in the stu’, he gon’ cap for the net i was whooping his ass
bloxkz on d-ck, n-gga really the reason i really be smokin’ on laquai dash
thought he was tough tryna scap and he ran, n-gga caught him a shot put him right in the past
oyk, i don’t know why they talking the most, they got too many deads to go count
edot a d-ck, n-gga he was the ticket and sh-t, couldn’t handle too much of the clout
notti a d-ck, n-gga dd ain’t slide for bro, he just postin’ on ig account
dudey keep rapping but i’ma just show you what’s all of the hype ’bout the fl!ckers about
baow, baow
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