Promi$e - Scoreboard (feat. $human)

Yeah he on the scoreboard
Play these games just like it's hopscotch
Yeah he on the scoreboard
Play these games just like it's hopscotch
Yeah he on the scoreboard
Play these games just like it's hopscotch
Yeah he on the scoreboard

Play these games just like it's hopscotch
Wit me, let's hop in the droptop
This shit gas don't break my hotbox
Got no time, yeah he on the shot clock
Want her bad, we connect like hotspot
New bitch, she like to smoke pot
Can't fuck wit you, cuz y'all really be ops
I'm way too high, on freeze now

Pulling up on that nigga woo wop
Yeah, in a brand new drop top
Going up to Saks with one of my ops thots
Yea, she gon' give me his new drop
Beefin' with me, you know it's a problem
Yeah, you know you can't solve it
Growing up I went from Batman to Robin
Damn, I think I gotta problem
Eazy E, I be creepin' and crawlin'
Cause they do to much talkin'
Glock make him shut up, blunt got me coughin'
Damn, I'm too high, I can't walk man
We shoot shots just like we Boston
Yeah, they know we ballin'
Look so good, got yo bitch calling
Yeah, got yo bitch calling

Damn, I fuckin can't think
Smoke till I can barely breathe
Yea, now it's hard to see
Off these Xannies havin' dreams
I been high, I'm sippin' lean
Bad bitch, but I'll break her spleen
Tell that bitch get on her knees
Love that bitch only when she scream

They be like shum where you be
On a yacht chillin on the sea
Smoking on that Cali green
I be high like fuck you mean
Sippin' on that rapper lean
Gotta stay sharp cause they want me
If I go to jail I don't cop a plea
I'll just sit and do my deed
That shit is not stopping me
I'll be on top with the team
Making money you have never seen
All these niggas wanna be like me
Never that they can't compete
Sliding on niggas like I'm on skis
Upping the score like you won't believe
Yo bitch love me in the sheets
She said baby are you loving me
I said baby no that cannot be
Love is blind and I can see
Better get low when you see me
Letting it blow straight at yo knees
I'm just tryin to cripple hem
Seven six two's explode yo spleen
Bad influence that is me

What you tryna do
Better yet, let's go make a move
He'll make a move and we'll make a move
Chop on me, bring 'em to his doom
I'm in yo bitch house eating her food
Want me to be her step daddy too
I fucked her friend, she ain't got a clue
Don't know what I'm supposed to do
Got yo bitch and she in my room
I know you mad, shit I would be too
Don't test me, cuz I keep this two
Off these drugs until I'm blew
Fa fa fa, at his head, that dude
Don't want no smoke, cuz he'll get flew
We in a civic, In a brand new coupe
Fuck that bitch, I'll give her the boot

What, yeah he on the scoreboard, aye
What, yeah he on the scoreboard, aye
What, yeah he on the scoreboard, aye
What, yeah he on the scoreboard, aye

Written by:
Daven Shuman, DJ Mansel

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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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