Bunnylow - Highscore Lyrics

Ayy

ISaidIThinkYou'reSexy

F*ck they talm bout nigga?

I gotta go
I gotta go
Tell all these pussies to stay out the way
Who want the smoke?
Who want the smoke?
We in the trap and we servin' all day
I'm f*ckin' this hoe, I'm f*ckin' this hoe
She love the way that I'm pullin' her lace
We up the score, we up the score
Got a Glock 19, it stay on my waist

Put a new opp in the loose leaf
Damn, I like how that shit sound
Kickin' shit like Bruce Lee
I'ma knock em to the ground
Oh, I thought you knew me
Now you in the lost and found
Just like Call of Duty
We gon' serve him hella rounds
Pff
Draco take him down
She fell in love with how I sound
I fell in love with how she bounce
He can't relate cause he a clown
I get in my feelings, I bottle drown
Pff
I don't make a sound
Shut up hoe watch your mouth
Why he keep tellin' he really a mouse

You really ain't no shit, boy, you fakin'
If you dissin' on that gang, you cooked like bacon
I surround myself with niggas who ain't hatin
I'm slowly runnin' out of patience, tired of waitin'

I gotta go
I gotta go
Tell all these pussies to stay out the way
Who want the smoke?
Who want the smoke?
We in the trap and we servin' all day
I'm f*ckin' this hoe, I'm f*ckin' this hoe
She love the way that I'm pullin' her lace
We up the score, we up the score
Got a Glock 19, it stay on my waist

Ayy, she shakin' ass for real
If she shakin' ass and she bringin' her friends, you know I throw cash for real
They got over on brodie, he ready to crash out
He ready to go on the drill
Ayy, you can show em all love and they show
Nothin' back like, f*ck nigga, what is the deal?
Ayy, I might relapse
I think I'm goin' under
Wonder where she at
Swear she a Prima donna
Wonder where she at
Swear she a street runner
I'ma kick that hoe right out the crib like a f*ckin' punter
Ayy, I ain't talkin' no domestic violence
If this shit gets serious, okay, why you silent?
I'm here if you need me like a fire hydrant
And she said she won't leave me, okay, why
You always lyin?

I gotta go
I gotta go
Tell all these pussies to stay out the way
Who want the smoke?
Who want the smoke?
We in the trap and we servin' all day
I'm f*ckin' this hoe, I'm f*ckin' this hoe
She love the way that I'm pullin' her lace
We up the score, we up the score
Got a Glock 19, it stay on my w-