Up the Score Songtext
von Rubberband OG

I stopped playin′ basketball cause I couldn't touch the goal
I can′t touch the rim but I can jump a bole
Pull down on a n*gga block and up the score
Yo favorite rapper won't do a feature with me, I f*cked his h*e
Outside ya studio tryna rob ya CEO
Go ask the trap n*ggas I bet they tell ya i'm next to blow
My car go real fast
She hit the weed and started choking
B*tch this real gas
She super thick I had to ask her is that your real ass
VVs in all my chains
Bust down rollie I don′t wear sh*t plain
Bought a new glock and I got good aim
Twenty b*tches in my playroom
Hope this sh*t don′t make the shade room
Use to stay on section eight
Now my house got eight rooms
This the song on autotune
Cause my new gun it's a automatic
Fifty thousand to my plug in Cali


Hope the feds don′t smell that package
Them f*ck n*ggas they steady asking
Who i'm signed to and what i′m worth
F*ck ya main b*tch on a perc
All she wanted was a Louis purse
N*ggas can't drill like me, f*cking bad b*tches
Rocking vv′s, gun onna hip like me
N*ggas ain't real like me
They wasn't really in the field like me
All the bad b*tches want a trap n*gga selling pounds of exotic
F*cked her good on a molly
She went and told everybody
Twenty b*tches in the lobby
My baby mama say i′m toxic
Haters watching my pockets
Blowing racks I can′t stop it (aye)
I stopped playin' basketball cause I couldn′t touch the goal
I can't touch the rim but I can jump a bole
Pull down on a n*gga block and up the score
Yo favorite rapper won′t do a feature with me, I f*cked his h*e
Outside ya studio tryna rob ya CEO