SCOREBOARD (feat. UpstateBaby)

Running up And I'm best out my city Check the numbers And it's more than fifty Check the scoreboard My stacks ain't sticky All fresh and we staying all litty Take notes Let's hang with the biddies All the rappers can't hang get riddy If I get a girl she better be pretty Care about my life more To be petty In go mode and We always ready ready Bad bitch tell her bring her friends Whole gang wearing Cartier lens Real money I ain't gotta pretend Just made a hit bout to do it again Baby so fresh every fit is a trend Don't play with my money Just give me my bread Still with your bitch She all In my bed Living in lux like You sipping that red Take notes we win in the end Bodae crazy I just made a m Glen st just hopped in a bens Lost high as fuck gotta Look at the map Pose for a pic Like we taking a snap Sleeping on me Like you taking a nap All summer this shit finna slap Dripping so hard my diamonds They flash Race to the top we getting That bag Baby go stupid Turn this shit to the max Fuck fake friends Put that shit in the past Chill with my brother stay Smoking on gas Got a model bitch Might buy her some ass Scoreboard it's more than fifty Rap so fast I got y'all dizzy I ain't got time bitch I been busy Running up And I'm best out my city Check the numbers And it's more than fifty Check the scoreboard My stacks ain't sticky All fresh and we staying all litty Take notes Let's hang with the biddies All the rappers can't hang get riddy Locked in with no days off Got the singing shit It don't mean I'm soft Playing games Microsoft But the bitches say It's not a micro loss Major moves with the major keys Girls like my sounds Playing with my d All my downs that they don't see But I'll never leave this my legacy Locked in with a new chapter They always want what I'm after You a joke straight laughter Always with the chit chatter Need calamari a nice platter Lavish life Cause I climbed the latter With the hits not a drafter Your careers much sadder I got the game locked But it locked me No days off no sleep Fuck that I'm not cheap And like my deadbeat I won't be Many m's yes please One year of this sheesh And when I die Say cheese Running up And I'm best out my city Check the numbers And it's more than fifty Check the scoreboard My stacks ain't sticky All fresh and we staying all litty Take notes Let's hang with the biddies All the rappers can't hang get riddy If I get a girl she better be pretty Care about my life more To be petty In go mode and We always ready ready