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ScoreGod Lyrics – BabyDrill

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ScoreGod Lyrics latest song by BabyDrill feat. Luh Tyler. The lyrics were written by DelQuristo Wilson, Edward Maclin Cooper III, and Tyler Meeks and produced by Coupe

ScoreGod Song Details

SongScoreGod
Artist/SingerBabyDrill feat. Luh Tyler
LyricsDelQuristo Wilson, Edward Maclin Cooper III, and Tyler Meeks
ProducedCoupe
Label Not specified

ScoreGod Music

ScoreGod Lyrics

Young nigg*, I be with them ballers and I’m lit (Lit)
Uh, ice on me, b-tch, this shit here frozen, come and get (Ice)
Uh, cube on my neck ’cause I been drippin’ hella water
Huh, I don’t tolerate disrespect, you disrespect, we slaughter your daughter (Huh, beat her back in)
All that shit you talkin’ ’bout, we outside
Gun smoke, gun smoke, pop out with that iron (Gun smoke)
Two sticks, one Glock, tryna catch a— (Tryna)
Yeah, tryna catch a— (Tryna)
Yeah, tryna catch a body (Yeah)

He think he a killer, I’m a killer, that’s my hobby (BabyDrill)
‘Fore I hit the booth, chop thе bricks like wasabi (Wah)
Half a million in cars, I’m thinkin’ ’bout buyin’ a new Ferrari (Vroom)
Damn, damn, that lil’ b-tch bad, I’m thinkin’ ’bout ‘vеstin’ in her body
I’m a score god, he’s a scorekeeper, it’s a difference (On God)
Yeah, broke-ass nigg* been lyin’ like he got racks, I ain’t seen ’em
Yeah, pop out with that suit like Men in Black, real creeper
Fuck on a opp b-tch, BabyDrill gon’ give her back, I don’t need her (I don’t need her here)

Young nigg*, I be with them ballers and I’m lit (Lit)
Uh, ice on me, b-tch, this shit here frozen, come and get (Ice)
Uh, cube on my neck ’cause I been drippin’ hella water
Huh, I don’t tolerate disrespect, you disrespect, we slaughter your daughter (Huh, beat her back in)
All that shit you talkin’ ’bout, we outside
Gun smoke, gun smoke, pop out with that iron (Gun smoke)
Two sticks, one Glock, tryna catch a— (Tryna)
Yeah, tryna catch a— (Tryna)
Yeah, tryna catch a body (Yeah)

Tryna get that bag, paper chasin’, that’s my hobby (That’s my hobby)
Yeah, my bro and ’em hit the button, frrt, kick like karate (Like karate)
Brodie live like GTA, it’s hella sticks up in the lobby (In the lobby)
I’ve been runnin’ up this cake, I’m hella rich, I feel like Roddy (Feel like Roddy)
You got one chance to f*ck ’round with the guys ‘fore they get on your ass (‘Fore they get on your ass)
I just smoked two blunts, I’m high up in the sky, I don’t even wanna pass (I don’t even wanna pass)
I got three hoes who f*ckin’ every time, I don’t even gotta ask (I don’t even gotta ask)
I got four pockets, I’m feelin’ like Lil Baby ’cause they all full of cash (They all full of cash)

Young nigg*, I be with them ballers and I’m lit (Lit)
Uh, ice on me, b-tch, this shit here frozen, come and get (Ice)
Uh, cube on my neck ’cause I been drippin’ hella water
Huh, I don’t tolerate disrespect, you disrespect, we slaughter your daughter (Huh, beat her back in)
All that shit you talkin’ ’bout, we outside
Gun smoke, gun smoke, pop out with that iron (Gun smoke)
Two sticks, one Glock, tryna catch a— (Tryna)
Yeah, tryna catch a— (Tryna)
Yeah, tryna catch a body (Yeah)

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