Vante - Up THe Score

Pistol on me, I can't go out a victim
Started shooting, I hit everyone with him
Talking shit, he thought that I would miss him
Say your prayers, I don't care if you're Christian
Internet, niggahz always sneak dissing
You ain't know, that we aim with precision
Lost his life, but he made that decision
Ain't find a body, the person went missing
You can't be scared when you go on a mission
Slid in a foreign, I got his position
Up the pole, aim it, destroy opposition
Fly in the sky, I'm above all you pigeons
I send shots, bet his body gone drop
He want smoke, put his mom in a box
Automatic when I step on the bloc
Spin the bloc, even shoot the cops
Cuz we out here, gang ties, mainline, play ball
Spray 9s
Fade y'all, bang mines, in daylight, y'all block's a grave site
Pop out, hop out, mop out, I ain't cleaning shit dawg
Reload, re-aim, be brave, to shoot a snitches lips off
Don't speak on me again
They'll see you bleeding on CNN
Bitch we will never compete again
Bet that I put your soul in the wind
Roll him in tar like a Michelin
You're not a plug, you're a middle man
This the same niggah that's into kids
You're better off, jumping off a cliff
Hit him high, hit 'em low
Gave his ass a bloody nose
Scared to fight, He upped the pole
Knock it off, boy you're a hoe
I load up, it's time to go
You won't exist any more
Shout out Kansas City, Mo
Fuck my foes, I up the score
Hit him high, hit 'em low
Gave his ass a bloody nose
Scared to fight, He upped the pole
Knock it off, boy you're a hoe
I load up, it's time to go
You won't exist any more
Shout out Kansas City, Mo
Fuck my foes, I up the score
Yeah
Aaaah
Xanxus
(Laughing)
Bitch
Niggah must've thought uh…
They stopped making guns when they made yours huh?
We gon up the score doe
Yeah
Varia

Written by:
Devante Riggins

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