UP THE SCORE Lyrics

How many warning shots we gotta give them

Before they realize we was always playing for keeps

Say they want tone well let's give them tone

Yeah yeah said I'm tired of waiting on niggas

I cook a verse and they waiting to dish it

Opened the window like ahhh shit

This shit a breeze but they say that I missed it

Broke off the key but I stay in ignition gave them a pass

Like I came for a visit

Just got a text from my ex that she fucking my opp and

I'm thinking go lay with that nigga cus we finna spin

Any day on that nigga

Thought it was Gucci cus we ain't been paying that nigga Attention you think I ain't waiting to hit with precision

I think for the next nigga drop who be stealing in my flow

He should probably just pay a commission

They talking in lyrics I'm talking in scriptures

Cus this shit the actual life that I'm living I don't need a cape But I'm up and I'm up and away I made a couple waves

Like I was serving the bass don't bring no treble today

A with the sap I pulled up with the mob boy like but fuck it

I'm on a new level today you niggas talking so ludicrous

I be like move bitch get the fuck out my way

Y'all niggas broke like Kit Kat how many hoes I give back

Niggas be frontin for get back like ima give them they lick back Not in the mood for chitchat how you drop diss track

Boy and your right hand man don't spin that

You in the l where the Wins at

I'm on the way I'm on the way way way up

I'm on the way I'm on the way way way up

Im on the I'm on a Yea

You rappers shoud stop with all the sub dissing

How you in the club trying to turn up but your pub missing

Now you out here signing to a nigga off the love nigga

Crazy part about it is we tried to show you love nigga yeah

Like you ain't know just what it was nigga

Now I'm out here moving big three but we the ones nigga

Pull up on your block it ain't for fun we want the funds nigga Shout out to the smart girls finessing a dumb nigga yeah

I'm out here sliding with my young niggas wizzle got the gas

To have you coughing up a lung nigga hopping out the back

The curtains open with some leg room

Niggas want they masters but don't sleep in master bedrooms Now they all offended off some shit that I'm just saying to em Heard your catalog that shit was drier than a sand dune Numbers on the floor but I can't even put a fan to em

Now they out here acting out like I won't put a hand to em