Текст песни SCOREBOARD - Rah Swish feat. Curly Savv

Look, first things first, I ain't one of them
I be pourin' up, cup full of sense
Shorty wanna fuck, but she got a man
Call me lumberjack, trunk full of sticks
Ain't no shit, we gon' call him Craig
When it's time to blow, baby, don't break
I'ma shoot a star, and I don't miss (and I don't miss)

Hold up, I'm the same nigga, make them feel away
Told a big deaf, we'll put that shit away
We was big trappin' on the interstate
If you the driver, better get away
And a two-seater, me and three hos
I'm a hot nigga, give him heat strokes

Make a thot, get him, know how he roll
Niggas die for pussy and their ego
I ain't need no money, I'ma keep spinnin'
Treat a merry denim like it's cheap clothes
Baby boy, you're older, know it's Cinaruga
98 percent of from the free throw

I put this shit in sport like it's EA
Cherry on top, turn the bitch to cheesecake
I'ma need all my bottles on the walk-in
Play the wrong shit, shout at the DJ (boaw!)

While these niggas celebratin'
They forgot about the scoreboard
You know them pussy niggas always talk more
I got a top shot to come from Portmore

Niggas be hypin' up, who they run with
It ain't no real killers in your core, love
I came with three udders, if we catch him, who know
He gon' be sick when we draw four (brrr!)

While these niggas celebratin' (niggas celebratin')
They forgot about the scoreboard
You know them pussy niggas always talk more
I got a top shot to come from Portmore

Niggas be hypin' up, who they run with
It ain't no real killers in your core, love
I came with three udders, if we catch him, who know
He gon' be sick when we draw four (brr)

Ain't no real udders on your roster, nigga, stop it
Big gun can't fit in my pocket
Soon as we catch one, we yellin', "Goddamn" (Goddamn)
Clothes, iPhones, whole lot of options (ooh)

My fit drippin' like a faucet
I don't ever need a stylist
I ain't have to force it, force it (nah)
Bitch, I'm all about the dollars
Should've knew what it was when you saunter (saunter)
For that pussy and pride, you get locked up (boaw!)

I'ma step on their neck to my timer
Put that strap on my lap like a tomboy
Shit, I get nasty, real slime boy
I be spendin' this shit, they get signed for it
Can't wait to farm me, get a lawn boy (get a lawn boy)

Huh, two uders in back of the Cadillac (in back of the Cadillac)
Know where the static at, know we ain't havin' that (bow!)
Know we droppin' that shit with they jacket at (droppin')
Know we packin' them up where he lackin' that (packin')
Niggas keep shokin' like where they get active at
How about we flippin' the whip like an acrobat
You the reason why it's havoc (you the reason why it's havoc), uh (boaw, boaw!)

While these niggas celebratin' (niggas celebratin')
They forgot about the scoreboard
You know them pussy niggas always talk more
I got a top shot to come from Portmore

Niggas be hypin' up, who they run with
It ain't no real killers in your core, love
I came with three udders, if we catch him, who know
He gon' be sick when we draw four (brrr!)

While these niggas celebratin' (niggas celebratin')
They forgot about the scoreboard
You know them pussy niggas always talk more
I got a top shot to come from Portmore

Niggas be hypin' up, who they run with
It ain't no real killers in your core, love
I came with three udders, if we catch him, who know
He gon' be sick when we draw four (bree, boaw)