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Up The Score
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Drakeo the Ruler
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Pull up in them foreigns Wildin like we Jordan We ain't goin back and forth, you never home Opps steady sneak dissin, but can never up the score Another peace officer dead, man this sh*t is getting boring f**k Covid man I really need to tour f**k a wifey, man I really need what's yours Is looking like you finna be in a divorce I got the fire, you'll be unemployed How we gon beef when you can't up the score All that suicide thoughts when I open up my doors One type of dough when I jump out the Rolls A hunnid shеlls droppin, man who did it, who knows How we gon beef when you can't up the scorе All that suicide thoughts when I open up my doors One type of dough when I hop out the Rolls A hunnid shells [?], man who did it, who knows Man How we gon beef when you can't up the score A hunnid shells [?], man who did it, who knows How we gon beef when you can't up the score A hunnid shells [?], man who did it, who knows Look How we gon beef, he ain't dead, get a x-ray Dumped his shells out, leave the burner where my ex stay Hit the east coast, on the field where the Mets play When I'm bored, make her do tricks like the X Games [?], work hard like an ese Spanish b*t*h on a d**k, begging for the leche Compton crip n***a [?] Cool on the drugs but the homies call me jefe Brown Julio, pat round be don't this To much, talking out the mouth get a new b*t*h Old b*t*h rollin with the homies, clueless Shanti versing with the clip, foolish This Red Bull, hit the drink, I got wings b*t*h That .45 with a kit, got a mean grit Manifest what I want, I don't dream sh*t Lookin for a door, cuddle up with that dream b*t*h How we gon beef when you can't up the score All that suicide thoughts when I open up my doors One type of dough when I jump out the Rolls A hunnid shells droppin, man who did it, who knows How we gon beef when you can't up the score All that suicide thoughts when I open up my doors One type of dough when I hop out the Rolls A hunnid shells [?], man who did it, who knows Look How we gon beef when you n***as ain't got not funds Had me on the news, and I took em on the run Brought the sticks out, they don't want to have no fun Imma die about this sh*t, I put that on my son Suckas up the way, hit a n***a cause I'm poppin Imma shoot it out in the mall if I'm shoppin Imma lie to the lil b*t*h, she think we rockin Dumb lil b*t*h, thinkin she the only topic That's a Micheal Kors purse b*t*h, you need to stop it That's the type sh*t that yo n***a got you rockin Yea I took a trip to Michigan for the profit Guns layin all around this b*t*h, yea we got it Two percs, who gon kill everybody standin Cameras everywhere, you little n***as better not panick I ain't come to party, b*t*h I come to do some damage Hittin every block, chasin n***as with this cannon How we gon beef when you can't up the score All that suicide thoughts when I open up my doors One type of dough when I jump out the Rolls A hunnid shells droppin, man who did it, who knows How we gon beef when you can't up the score All that suicide thoughts when I open up my doors One type of dough when I hop out the Rolls A hunnid shells [?], man who did it, who knows Man How we gon beef when you can't up the score A hunnid shells [?], man who did it, who knows How we gon beef when you can't up the score A hunnid shells [?], man who did it, who knows
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