"Scoreboard (Remix)" lyrics
That Vietnamese guy giving a business to those Vietnam vets (Baow, baow, baow)
Scoreboard, scoreboard, aw, what happened to your friend?
Hey I know that guy, I kill him, he cry like a bitch
Focus up with the G, he think he wavy, not wavier than me
Wanna chill with the F's? Roll Q in a splee
Gotta walk up the block, start tappin' the G
Tap, tap, tap, nigga fast on his feet, what the fuck you gon' do when I back out the G?
Nigga, WD-40, the Glock got a beam
Fuck the rap, man, I suit up like 'Bron on the Heat
Walk down on the 4, they know the vibes, I done turned on the beam they start duckin' they head
I think that's a opp, I can tell by the dreads, when I clicked through the 4, man, I thought he was dead
Creep low with the G, gotta get in your stance, keep clickin' the G 'til that shit cockin' back
It won't jam on the drill, if you make an excuse on the drill, I'ma click then you walkin' it back
The D's gettin' heavy, you piss on your hand when you done with the drill, nigga, don't make it messy
CitiBike with the G, I think that we hit us an opp on the scene, they gon' call it a mess
I got too much to lose, but I keep thinking 'bout Nu', so right now I'ma give him my best
Nigga, shout-out the dreadhead, smokin' the Jet dead, right in the blunt, he keep punchin' my chest
Look through the smoke when I think I see Ray
Pop wanna diss, I was punchin' his face
Deady a dick, shouldn't have played with his gun, but he played with his gun, nigga, now he a eighth
What's up with the Taylor? AR keep suckin' our dick, he do bad, need to stay in his place
Niggas gon' cap like they come to the F, they don't come to the F, man, that shit not the case
Niggas smokin' on Damo, they suckin' they dick for the clout word to bro, we gon' show 'em a vibe
I can merch they was flickin' they wrist, same week, niggas went on the bus tryna flick on the 'Hive
Every track niggas dissin' and makin' this shit sound good, niggas looking for 'Dot 59
They don't come to the F, niggas know what it is, niggas know what I'm on when they run into the Prime
Like, free Raf, we not gon' get on his ass, but Wiki, bro know he did bad
Die L'zzzz, nigga, Wiki saw me in the stu', he gon' cap for the net I was whoopin' his ass
Bloxkz on dick, nigga really the reason I really be smokin' on LaQuai Dash
Thought he was tough tryna scap and he ran, nigga caught him a shot, put him right in the past
OYK, I don't know why they talkin' the most, they got too many deads to go count
Edot a dick, nigga, he was the ticket and shit, couldn't handle too much of the clout
Notti a dick, nigga, DD ain't slide for bro, he just post on IG account
Dudey keep rappin', but I'ma just show you what's all of the hype 'bout the Flickers about
Baow, baow
Scoreboard, scoreboard, aw, what happened to your friend?
Hey I know that guy, I kill him, he cry like a bitch
Focus up with the G, he think he wavy, not wavier than me
Wanna chill with the F's? Roll Q in a splee
Gotta walk up the block, start tappin' the G
Tap, tap, tap, nigga fast on his feet, what the fuck you gon' do when I back out the G?
Nigga, WD-40, the Glock got a beam
Fuck the rap, man, I suit up like 'Bron on the Heat
Walk down on the 4, they know the vibes, I done turned on the beam they start duckin' they head
I think that's a opp, I can tell by the dreads, when I clicked through the 4, man, I thought he was dead
Creep low with the G, gotta get in your stance, keep clickin' the G 'til that shit cockin' back
It won't jam on the drill, if you make an excuse on the drill, I'ma click then you walkin' it back
The D's gettin' heavy, you piss on your hand when you done with the drill, nigga, don't make it messy
CitiBike with the G, I think that we hit us an opp on the scene, they gon' call it a mess
I got too much to lose, but I keep thinking 'bout Nu', so right now I'ma give him my best
Nigga, shout-out the dreadhead, smokin' the Jet dead, right in the blunt, he keep punchin' my chest
Look through the smoke when I think I see Ray
Pop wanna diss, I was punchin' his face
Deady a dick, shouldn't have played with his gun, but he played with his gun, nigga, now he a eighth
What's up with the Taylor? AR keep suckin' our dick, he do bad, need to stay in his place
Niggas gon' cap like they come to the F, they don't come to the F, man, that shit not the case
Niggas smokin' on Damo, they suckin' they dick for the clout word to bro, we gon' show 'em a vibe
I can merch they was flickin' they wrist, same week, niggas went on the bus tryna flick on the 'Hive
Every track niggas dissin' and makin' this shit sound good, niggas looking for 'Dot 59
They don't come to the F, niggas know what it is, niggas know what I'm on when they run into the Prime
Like, free Raf, we not gon' get on his ass, but Wiki, bro know he did bad
Die L'zzzz, nigga, Wiki saw me in the stu', he gon' cap for the net I was whoopin' his ass
Bloxkz on dick, nigga really the reason I really be smokin' on LaQuai Dash
Thought he was tough tryna scap and he ran, nigga caught him a shot, put him right in the past
OYK, I don't know why they talkin' the most, they got too many deads to go count
Edot a dick, nigga, he was the ticket and shit, couldn't handle too much of the clout
Notti a dick, nigga, DD ain't slide for bro, he just post on IG account
Dudey keep rappin', but I'ma just show you what's all of the hype 'bout the Flickers about
Baow, baow
