Scoreboard 2 lyrics

[Chorus]
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Free all my n*ggas, the system keep takin' my bros
Better duck wit' that side that you chose
We ain't ever duckin' from no smoke
End the party early 'cause we got the lo'
Like on feet wit' that sh*t in my coat
Had no hot ride so sh*t was lookin' slow
Like I would never have love for a hoe
After couple rounds, kick that b*tch out the door
Y'all n*ggas don't know who y'all started with
Don't be wit' 'em if you not apart of it
Beam on the knocker so you know it's hard to miss
Love the Ruger 'cause I do my job wit' it
Any sus V that we spot, b*tch we parkin' it
Why don't you got no gun where your artist is?
Half the n*ggas dissin' sittin' on the bench
Money not involved so I don't want no parts in it

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Half clip, so I'm prayin' I hit him
Look in the barrel to see if one in it
Like, park up, see who in that building
The first n*gga come out gon' wish that he didn't
Gun small, but go look what that sh*t did
.380 do damage, I don't need no big sh*t
n*ggas butt
What you did to the Grinches?
You don't get no points for flickin' on civilians
Like, n*ggas puttin they lives on a app
How yall riskin' y'all life for a rat?
It took one link for me to crack
Blend in wit' the dark, we hop out in all black
Like, we got this sh*t in a bag
All my n*ggas winnin' for a fact
Don't let off a shot if you ain't got no mask
Better watch what you say on that phone, that sh*t tapped
Like, I don't gotta prove nun'
We do hits and made a couple few run
On them sides we know how to maneuver
The D's on the block, had to make it back sooner
Made it hot and went and bought a new gun
Laced up my kicks, had to throw on my Pumas
Her sh*t fat, got a whole lotta [?]
Went out like a di*k, I'm smokin' that loser
Like, that mud sh*t thicker than blood
So I don't show a lotta n*ggas love
n*ggas put on a gimmick, they really ain't tough
Got JB wit' me in that cut
We ain't had no pole, lotta n*ggas got cut
Like, got SB glitchin' off that stuff
Hop out, we start flickin', everybody duck
My aim really different, this sh*t ain't just luck
And I'm not tryna pass off
First one that we spot he get packed on
Went out in the V, left his brains on the dashboard
Everything get slime, watch that backdoor
He movin' wock, why his hand in his bag for?
I'm f*ckin' that b*tch that you lack for
Before you jump outta this V put that mask on
And free Max Da G that's the mad dog
[Chorus]
Like
Free all my n*ggas, the system keep takin' my bros
Better duck wit' that side that you chose
We ain't ever duckin' from no smoke
End the party early 'cause we got the lo'
Like on feet wit' that sh*t in my coat
Had no hot ride so sh*t was lookin' slow
Like I would never have love for a hoe
After couple rounds, kick that b*tch out the door
Y'all n*ggas don't know who y'all started with
Don't be wit' 'em if you not apart of it
Beam on the knocker so you know it's hard to miss
Love the Ruger 'cause I do my job wit' it
Any sus V that we spot, b*tch we parkin' it
Why don't you got no gun where your artist is?
Half the n*ggas dissin' sittin' on the bench
Money not involved so I don't want no parts in it