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Babydrill - Scoregod Ft Luh Tyler Lyrics

7 s ScoreGod Lyrics[Intro]
(COUPE)

[Chorus: BabyDrill]
Young nigga, I be with them ballers and I'm lit (Lit)
Uh, ice on me, bitch, 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)

[Verse 1: BabyDrill]
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' bitch 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 nigga 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 bitch, BabyDrill gon' give her back, I don't need her (I don't need her here)

[Chorus: BabyDrill]
Young nigga, I be with them ballers and I'm lit (Lit)
Uh, ice on me, bitch, 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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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 fuck '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 fuckin' 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)

[Chorus: BabyDrill]
Young nigga, I be with them ballers and I'm lit (Lit)
Uh, ice on me, bitch, 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)1