"Born To Score" lyrics
Stressin' me out
DTB, you are stressin' me the fuck out
I was born to score (Thank you)
(DTB, that's a slap)
Nike suit on, strap on, my shoes deadstock
Got this bag in a figure-four headlock
We can't find you, get your mans popped (Fah, fah)
Baby, pull your tits out, I'm finna sign my John Hancock
X with the lean on Spark shit, I'm tweakin' like a knock
Devil in my eye, ready to die like I'm Slipknot
Up and make him dance, I named my Glock TikTok
Invite him to my hood, have my niggas take his wristwatch
Maison Margiela, these ain't sixty-dollar Reeboks (Cleat check)
[?] in my cup, these niggas think I bang Tree Top
Diamond in the back, [?]
Think he in the scene with the gangsta lean
In that field ready to score, Rahsaan Vaughn on the Raiders
In competition with my past, I'm just tryna be greater
They asked, "BLACK, how you feel?" I replied, "I'm Creme Savers"
Ready to cut these locs off and get some tats around my taper
Catch a opp in the winter, hit his chest like Vicks Vapors
Cleats on the hardwood, Wan Wan ballin' for the Lakers
Outside paranoid, in her pockets, I feel safer
I'm old-school, catch a renegade and rob her with a taser
I feel invincible when I throw on these Prada aviators
Every time I throw ragers, I invite all my neighbors
Fat bitch love my trap, she goin' dumb up at the caterer
Drinks on me, Percs on me, shrooms on me, thank me later
Put my left hand in, left hand out
She just handed me a trap and then she ran another route
Ate a Perc', can't stop itching, high as fuck, I'm stressed out
Put the belt on any nigga playin' with my name for clout
Put my left hand in, left hand out
She just handed me a trap and then she ran another route
Rifle on me fuckin' up my walk, they think I got gout
Put the belt on any nigga playin' with my name for clout
Pandemic, I checked forty like a backer on the Eagles
Always been my own man, I never copied other people
I can't change it, I'm a rockstar, grew up on The Beatles
I'm mister never miss a dinner, how you doin'? Nice to meet you
Feel like Choppa Tink right now, let's link up and bump it out
Pilot seats in a long-sleeve, I'm at the party, actin' out
Free Tudi, they tryna hang him, man, I hate he crashed out
I shed tears every time I'm in my granddad house
Hear the hate in they jokes, so I keep the gun on me
Niggas got the mad face every time I get a trophy
Pull up on your hood today, air that bitch out
Meet me at the Chevron, I don't bring niggas to my house
Put my left hand in, left hand out
She just handed me a trap and then she ran another route
Ate a Perc', can't stop itching, high as fuck, I'm stressed out
Put the belt on any nigga playin' with my name for clout
Put my left hand in, left hand out
She just handed me a trap and then she ran another route
Rifle on me fuckin' up my walk, they think I got gout
Put the belt on any nigga playin' with my name for clout
On the floor at the Laker game watchin' Wan Wan go, go dumb
Put the belt on any playin' with my name for clout
I'm with the party on a sick one, yeah, like, [?]
I was born to score
That ain't enough, I want more, more, more, more
DTB, thank you, thank you for fuckin' with me, thank you for everything
304, 304, BLACK
DTB, you are stressin' me the fuck out
I was born to score (Thank you)
(DTB, that's a slap)
Nike suit on, strap on, my shoes deadstock
Got this bag in a figure-four headlock
We can't find you, get your mans popped (Fah, fah)
Baby, pull your tits out, I'm finna sign my John Hancock
X with the lean on Spark shit, I'm tweakin' like a knock
Devil in my eye, ready to die like I'm Slipknot
Up and make him dance, I named my Glock TikTok
Invite him to my hood, have my niggas take his wristwatch
Maison Margiela, these ain't sixty-dollar Reeboks (Cleat check)
[?] in my cup, these niggas think I bang Tree Top
Diamond in the back, [?]
Think he in the scene with the gangsta lean
In that field ready to score, Rahsaan Vaughn on the Raiders
In competition with my past, I'm just tryna be greater
They asked, "BLACK, how you feel?" I replied, "I'm Creme Savers"
Ready to cut these locs off and get some tats around my taper
Catch a opp in the winter, hit his chest like Vicks Vapors
Cleats on the hardwood, Wan Wan ballin' for the Lakers
Outside paranoid, in her pockets, I feel safer
I'm old-school, catch a renegade and rob her with a taser
I feel invincible when I throw on these Prada aviators
Every time I throw ragers, I invite all my neighbors
Fat bitch love my trap, she goin' dumb up at the caterer
Drinks on me, Percs on me, shrooms on me, thank me later
Put my left hand in, left hand out
She just handed me a trap and then she ran another route
Ate a Perc', can't stop itching, high as fuck, I'm stressed out
Put the belt on any nigga playin' with my name for clout
Put my left hand in, left hand out
She just handed me a trap and then she ran another route
Rifle on me fuckin' up my walk, they think I got gout
Put the belt on any nigga playin' with my name for clout
Pandemic, I checked forty like a backer on the Eagles
Always been my own man, I never copied other people
I can't change it, I'm a rockstar, grew up on The Beatles
I'm mister never miss a dinner, how you doin'? Nice to meet you
Feel like Choppa Tink right now, let's link up and bump it out
Pilot seats in a long-sleeve, I'm at the party, actin' out
Free Tudi, they tryna hang him, man, I hate he crashed out
I shed tears every time I'm in my granddad house
Hear the hate in they jokes, so I keep the gun on me
Niggas got the mad face every time I get a trophy
Pull up on your hood today, air that bitch out
Meet me at the Chevron, I don't bring niggas to my house
Put my left hand in, left hand out
She just handed me a trap and then she ran another route
Ate a Perc', can't stop itching, high as fuck, I'm stressed out
Put the belt on any nigga playin' with my name for clout
Put my left hand in, left hand out
She just handed me a trap and then she ran another route
Rifle on me fuckin' up my walk, they think I got gout
Put the belt on any nigga playin' with my name for clout
On the floor at the Laker game watchin' Wan Wan go, go dumb
Put the belt on any playin' with my name for clout
I'm with the party on a sick one, yeah, like, [?]
I was born to score
That ain't enough, I want more, more, more, more
DTB, thank you, thank you for fuckin' with me, thank you for everything
304, 304, BLACK
