Scoreboard ft. Cliqvo Lyrics

Hmm Yeah, what is that for

Yeah, hmm, yeah, scoreboard

Nigga hmm, Yeah, at the backboard

Yeah, yeah they ask me

I said, fuck wit the deuce

Yeah, they ask me, what is that for

Lil baby cute so I'm just tryna break her back more

Baby cute so I'm just tryna break the back board

Nigga, Yea hmm Yea

You know I'm still pourin' up and goin' up

I need to act more

Lil Shawty, she a ho, so why she actin' all attached for

I told lil bro, I switch my flow before I ever switch my clip for him

I ain't tryna hear you other nigga's music, that shit big boring

Hmm Yea, tell em alright

A lotta shooters to the left so niggas better move right

Road racing to the bag, I'm road racing all night

They like Cliqvo you got some thing chunky on you

I'm like damn right

Damn right

Mama told I should play fair

But they my sons, pick these niggas up from daycare

After we fuck, all this bitch do is lay there

Broke her bed, got her ass all on wayfair

Talkin' bout her bills, bitch, I don't stay there

Reggie niggas smokin' stress, they got gray hair

Talkin bout the pack is short, I said, oh well

Oceanside, big beemer, this a blue whale

Pretty bitch, she gon' top me for some new nails

Lemon pepper, magic city like I'm Lou Will

Mike Lowry in a Porsche, finna go off

These rap niggas hella sorry, finna doze off

T.O. on the track, finna go long

Put your bitch on the team, she play pro ball

Told him bro don't want that case, lil' nigga, don't take that mask off

Bitch so thick, I'm tryna knock all her ass off

A lot of drip up in my cup, signed to my Miami Dolphins

Fuckin' two bad bitches and they twins in the loft

I'm like, bro, I hear em talkin,

Like bro, you got your heat tucked

Like why these niggas screamin' beef,

Like that shit won't get shredded up

On this block no love, no marks, nigga, no lust

You can ask all the homies straight before we been ran up

This bitch bad, her attitude will get me turnt off

With all that hot shit, talkin, yeah, instantly get burnt off

Still styrofoam pourin' up and screamin R.I.P. dog

Ooo king kick rocks out the whip, fuck what he thought

Uh, opps like my phone, they just keep dyin'

Niggas don't learn, they just keep tryin

007, they just keep eyein

Catch him at the light, then we keep ridin

Hit a blunt in the whip, this shit hella loud

Too smart for my good, had to dumb it down

Startin' five with these hoes, I could sub em out

She be lyin' to her nigga when I come around

This bitch playin' games, think I'm rubbin off

Andy Reid with the plays then I'm duckin' off

Niggas hella broke, they can't stunt it all

Niggas get a dollar and they fuck it off