GrimeyFinesse - score (feat. Buda & LitShiesty) Lyrics

Nigga wanna call his clique, but I'm stomping with the mob
Give a f*ck where I'm at, drop a nigga in the mall
I was at this bitch house, beat her nigga in the lawn
F*ck my bitch and her best friend, they keep sayin' I'm a dog

Sold three-quarters and three-halves, all I'm smokin' on is logs
No cap, we the reason niggas don't shop in the malls
In them schools, I been tryna catch a nigga in them halls
Seventh grade, they was tryna bash a nigga in the wall

I'm the only nigga been stood on ten toes and get em off
Teach a lesson to a kid, so this trappin' 101
We torture niggas, we gon' cut a nigga legs, he tryna run
My cousin told me to stop rappin', but my verse ain't even done

Good weed, what I'm smokin' on that shit, it's in my lungs
I'm the type of nigga, if you talkin' shit, I cut your tongue
Score
Bitch, I'm mad, you know what happened
When lit Shiesty' get to trippin, you lookin' sad, go catch a hat

Or you gon' die and be a victim, get some racks
Do a D, go get your momma out the trenches
Let her clap, boy, I ain't never been a hoe, go ask the witness
Like my dad, swear to God, you movin' wrong, we get to drenching

That shit a act, bitch, what happened in that courtroom, got to snitching
Young fly nigga, I ain't never gave a f*ck
In the set , with 50 on me, I'm just waitin' on my cut
In my DMs, talkin' crazy, he died got his ass shot in the butt

He tryna chill, go catch a opp, that's the shit to get me pumped
Momma cryin', he crash dummy he done shot the party up
Tri-color chain on my neck, get your body stumped
Yeah, I see your Lil' Ho, I'm finna get her body f*cked

Lil' Ho on my dick, I don't even want this slut
Brody lookin' hella broke, he ain't even got no funds
Who this callin' my phone? Brody, damn, this your mom
Play makin' passing hoes, damn, I'm feelin' like LeBron

I got this new GTR, I'm finna drift it like I'm Han
Ho, you askin' for guns? We gotta go to synagogue
Bitch, I know I smell good, you need to back the f*ck off
Tossin' rock to the fiends, doin' tricks like I'm toff

You can't hoop in my shoes, lil' sport, you too soft
I can't chill with your crew, cause they pape lookin' false
If you ain't bangin' us, turn that dumb bullshit off
Bitch, ask me for somethin', I'ma sit there and cough

Got this artillery suit, I might be Tony Stark
Get the f*ck out my house, lil' bitch, why you fart
What the f*ck this nigga talkin' bout
Why these niggas comin' to the stu' just to run they mouth

Be with them niggas broad day we'll will walk you down
Bitch, you came over here to f*ck, you ain't gon' lounge
Finesse goin' up, nigga, you know that's bound
Back the f*ck, stupid-ass bitch, I ain't no smooch

Told my nigga he don't want the bitch, throw a alley-oop
My plug not a Prada man, he's a Ballys dude
I'll slap my bitch if she try to give me attitude
I'll crash out, you don't wanna see me mad at you

I'm somewhere in the north, bitch, I'm smokin' on cab junky
I ain't never trip, bitch, you know I got mad money