Scorin (feat. Lex Aura, Lil Blood & Slim 400)

Ay, that **** told, he been rockin' wit the rollers

Chain gang slimey bitch Rocky Balboa

I be on dope bitch fell into a coma

Really from the four's had to get it off the corner

Aunty and them smokers on the porch playing poker

Fo' nick hefty, too bulky for a holster

There's all types of bitches on my Motorola

We pulling out the corner store wit hella baking soda

Another cold summer I ain't seen a summer colder

Gang enhancement charges when them people roll up on us

They throw the hold up on us plus they boosting up the bail

The crime rate quiet all the shooters in the cell, yeah

It's Hell Gang bitch i'm going straight to hell

Just made it harder for yourself it ain't no way that I could tell

It's either a money jumpshot or hit the NFL

We fucked his career off he got possession's for them sales

One day I'll be balling, yeah

I'm outside by the corner

I'm tryna get this money, yeah

I just flipped another quarter

Started off in a stolo, yeah

Now I'm sliding in a foreign

Touchdown city solo, yeah

From the bottom I'm scorin'

Blood

Started off buying plug, ten for forty

Outside me and Dirt he was carrying the 40

Had Lindy Street barkin', rolled coke on the third

Tryna touch these five racks from the first to the third

Crack dreams bitch what you know bout cookin'

Instagram flippin' black gate we juggin'

Got whatever you need, just bring your lighter

Been out here all day and I'm pulling an all nighter

Pants dirty, black hoodie I'm on a mission

Fuck these bitches, gotta get it I'm chasin' chicken

Boiling water, add the soda watch it rise up

And skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, when I scrape the sides up

Nose dirty, snortin coke from all my zippers

Real pimpin, need dough from all my bitches

**** I was sellin coke to my own father

If I ain't sell it to him he would buy it from my partner

Blood

One day i'll be balling, yeah

I'm outside by the corner

I'm tryna get this money, yeah

I just flipped another quarter

Started off in a stolo, yeah

Now I'm sliding in a foreign

Touchdown city solo, yeah

From the bottom I'm scorin'

Pigs hit the block my real ones went to jail

Ain't no money to post bail so they sittin' in cells

My youngins shootin' at civilians

I ain't wit killin children

But it's bracken blood it's day to day

You caught at the gas station now a 40 in your face

Now who callin who phone, hut, 48

I'm the first to line it up, I ain't a second late

Slid off on some real shit

Real **** feel this

I see you endin' up in the ICU

Hitters know I rock with that Hell Gang, and free my **** Truth

It be the solid ones that go first, and the snitchin' is bool

I bleed the soil, bag for bag, misleading these hoes

Still gettin' it out the gutter and it's me and my bros

I don't claim to be, I'm in these streets, put it on P's

Free real ****, so fuck you industry ****

One day i'll be balling, yeah

I'm outside by the corner

I'm tryna get this money, yeah

I just flipped another quarter

Started off in a stolo, yeah

Now I'm sliding in a foreign

Touchdown city solo, yeah

From the bottom I'm scorin'