Up'n the Score

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Yea
What that boy Gutta say
I'm tired of being humble
We gone flex on these niggas all summer, you know what I'm saying
Like, pop out with that shit on me, know what I'm saying
Pop out with them sticks on me, know what I'm saying, like
Yea
I been selling all these bags, it's hard to keep my composure
I might pop out with some drip that you can't find in the stores
Brought a backpack for the money, it won't fit in my clothes
I can't lie, I feel like Mitch when I be serving the bows
He was tryna kick it with the gang and then they wiped that boy nose
Bru was cool, but I cut ties when I had found out he told
Just bought some thousand dollar shoes to stand right there by the stove
The opps inside, they know they come out and we upping the score
The opps inside, they know lil gang them be spraying shit
Shawty caught a face shot, cause he was out here in the way and shit
Can't wait til they let Jay out, told Twon bring that K out
Lil KJ lose his cool don't give a f*ck bout how it play out, blrrrd
I been trapping, might buy one of you niggas
Get a box for the killers and tip em and tell em go send a few shots for a nigga
I been popping my shit, getting richer and richer
Pushing these bags, I'm right here by the stove
Ain't no pots or no pans, we getting rich in this kitchen
Them niggas some minions, they do what I do and I know that they broke so I'm buying Amiri's
And I know niggas hate that I'm popping my shit how I'm popping my shit, so I stay in My mirrors
I been getting more paper and buying more bags, so this shit getting bigger and bigger And bigger
I been buying more guns, they say I be tripping, they say I'm a villain, they say I'm a Menace
Them niggas be hiding
They know we be drilling, can't wait til we catch em, my niggas gone kill em
I been selling all these bags, it's hard to keep my composure
I might pop out with some drip that you can't find in the stores
Brought a backpack for the money, it won't fit in my clothes
I can't lie, I feel like Mitch when I be serving the bows
He was tryna kick it with the gang and then they wiped that boy nose
Bru was cool, but I cut ties when I had found out he told
Just bought some thousand dollar shoes to stand right there by the stove
The opps inside, they know they come out and we upping the score
Like, tell them niggas come outside
The sun out we still sliding
They keep hiding out, I make lil gang them blow they crib down
Bro throw back that pill to clear his conscience when it's drill time
Talking like they tough, so we gone make them niggas live by it
I been selling all these bags, it's hard to keep my composure
I might pop out with some drip that you can't find in the stores
Brought a backpack for the money, it won't fit in my clothes
I can't lie, I feel like Mitch when I be serving the bows
He was tryna kick it with the gang and then they wiped that boy nose
Bru was cool, but I cut ties when I had found out he told
Just bought some thousand dollar shoes to stand right there by the stove
The opps inside, they know they come out and we upping the score

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