Up The Score (Bonus Track)

Текст песни BandGang Lonnie Bands - Up The Score (Bonus Track)

Hey, we're comin' for you, boy, you better write yo' will
Caught a corn, that nigga there, his face pale
He got a tag on his stuff, he had cheese on his hand
They like luny psycho, he musn't take all his maze

That nigga coo-coo, I put a hole in his size of a fruit loot, whew!
That boy a loose screw, and I hate lookin' at yo' roof
We ain't shootin' at no windows
Hurt the sunroof, hoppin' out? We full of choppers
Where you think you runnin' to?

Hey, you niggas like my tempo
You can't fucking shoot
Leave his brains on the floor, that shit look like tomato soup
No, I ain't no Jimmy Crow, but I'm quick, the hanging nigga
With this Glock fault, oh, I can make you famous with it
I don't put no guns in my videos, but, why?
'Cause we could really use some bitches

Round 'em with a chopper in the backseat (backseat)
And you know, we ready for war
Heard the opp sayin' they gon' whack me
So we went ahead and up the score

We hit every block in every backstreet, uh
We gon' knock down one wall
We hit every block in every backstreet
We gon' knock down one wall

Gon' up the score, yeah, gon' up the score, uh
Gon up the score, yeah, gon' up the score, uh
Gon up the score, yeah, gon' up the score, uh
Gon up the score, yeah, gon' up the score, uh