Up the score
Up the score
Up the score
Then slide some more
Nigga talking crazy
We Gone burp that baby
Up the score
Up the score
Up the score
Then slide some more
Somebody tell his momma we gone hurt her baby
When I give your ass a Shot
Lor Nigga It ain't Casa
So many Opps in the building it's a opera
Trap nigga I was playing hide and seek with the knockers
Don't end up on the wrong side of a chopper
Real North shit
Pull up like a Forklift
45 Rubber grip
I might let Nina blow you a kiss
Ayee What's the Point of using verbs
If ain't no Actions behind your words
Real king of North East ion know these other Nerds
Feeling like Pac when we ride on our enemies
Watch these rats cause when they squeak
You get conspiracy
So many Blickies in this truck it's impeccable
If 12 pull us over
Boy we going federal
I got the block in a headlock
Laser with the Red dot
Northeast the DMV all you get is head shots
Play you lay ain't cutting no cards
You reach for my chain I send you to God
Niggas sneak dissing won't get them far
Got My name everywhere like R Long
Up the score
Up the score
Up the score
Then slide some more
Nigga talking crazy
We Gone burp that baby
Up the score
Up the score
Up the score
Then slide some more
Somebody tell his momma we gone hurt her baby
I Do All the Stepping Keep a weapon it's just just for protection
Don't come to my section I'm the 700 007
Smith and Wesson
That's usually a nigga preference
ACR hit a nigga in a millisecond
Baba yaga
Once I up the Chopper ain't no need for doctors
40 Glock a shake em like maracas
Hit him and his Partners
If you crip let's get It cracking
If you blood let's get It popping
And the Glock 17
It's a mother f*cking minor
You say you want to be gang
Until we get on gang shit
Do a lor nip tuck
Give his ass a face lift
I can never trust the boy if he made a statement
Talking on them jail phones giving niggas cases
You need a place to go
I can get you placement
Send you on a first class trip to the pavement
North East zone 12 700 gang shit
We up on the score boards cause we can't miss
Up the score
Up the score
Up the score
Then slide some more
Nigga talking crazy
We Gone burp that baby
Up the score
Up the score
Up the score
Then slide some more
Somebody tell his momma we gone hurt her baby
700KD - Up The Score Lyrics
700KD - Up The Score Lyrics
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Up the score
Up the score
Up the score
Then slide some more
Nigga talking crazy
We Gone burp that baby
Up the score
Up the score
Up the score
Then slide some more
Somebody tell his momma we gone hurt her baby
When I give your ass a Shot
Lor Nigga It ain't Casa
So many Opps in the building it's a opera
Trap nigga I was playing hide and seek with the knockers
Don't end up on the wrong side of a chopper
Real North shit
Pull up like a Forklift
45 Rubber grip
I might let Nina blow you a kiss
Ayee What's the Point of using verbs
If ain't no Actions behind your words
Real king of North East ion know these other Nerds
Feeling like Pac when we ride on our enemies
Watch these rats cause when they squeak
You get conspiracy
So many Blickies in this truck it's impeccable
If 12 pull us over
Boy we going federal
I got the block in a headlock
Laser with the Red dot
Northeast the DMV all you get is head shots
Play you lay ain't cutting no cards
You reach for my chain I send you to God
Niggas sneak dissing won't get them far
Got My name everywhere like R Long
Up the score
Up the score
Up the score
Then slide some more
Nigga talking crazy
We Gone burp that baby
Up the score
Up the score
Up the score
Then slide some more
Somebody tell his momma we gone hurt her baby
I Do All the Stepping Keep a weapon it's just just for protection
Don't come to my section I'm the 700 007
Smith and Wesson
That's usually a nigga preference
ACR hit a nigga in a millisecond
Baba yaga
Once I up the Chopper ain't no need for doctors
40 Glock a shake em like maracas
Hit him and his Partners
If you crip let's get It cracking
If you blood let's get It popping
And the Glock 17
It's a mother f*cking minor
You say you want to be gang
Until we get on gang shit
Do a lor nip tuck
Give his ass a face lift
I can never trust the boy if he made a statement
Talking on them jail phones giving niggas cases
You need a place to go
I can get you placement
Send you on a first class trip to the pavement
North East zone 12 700 gang shit
We up on the score boards cause we can't miss
Up the score
Up the score
Up the score
Then slide some more
Nigga talking crazy
We Gone burp that baby
Up the score
Up the score
Up the score
Then slide some more
Somebody tell his momma we gone hurt her baby
Up the score
Up the score
Then slide some more
Nigga talking crazy
We Gone burp that baby
Up the score
Up the score
Up the score
Then slide some more
Somebody tell his momma we gone hurt her baby
When I give your ass a Shot
Lor Nigga It ain't Casa
So many Opps in the building it's a opera
Trap nigga I was playing hide and seek with the knockers
Don't end up on the wrong side of a chopper
Real North shit
Pull up like a Forklift
45 Rubber grip
I might let Nina blow you a kiss
Ayee What's the Point of using verbs
If ain't no Actions behind your words
Real king of North East ion know these other Nerds
Feeling like Pac when we ride on our enemies
Watch these rats cause when they squeak
You get conspiracy
So many Blickies in this truck it's impeccable
If 12 pull us over
Boy we going federal
I got the block in a headlock
Laser with the Red dot
Northeast the DMV all you get is head shots
Play you lay ain't cutting no cards
You reach for my chain I send you to God
Niggas sneak dissing won't get them far
Got My name everywhere like R Long
Up the score
Up the score
Up the score
Then slide some more
Nigga talking crazy
We Gone burp that baby
Up the score
Up the score
Up the score
Then slide some more
Somebody tell his momma we gone hurt her baby
I Do All the Stepping Keep a weapon it's just just for protection
Don't come to my section I'm the 700 007
Smith and Wesson
That's usually a nigga preference
ACR hit a nigga in a millisecond
Baba yaga
Once I up the Chopper ain't no need for doctors
40 Glock a shake em like maracas
Hit him and his Partners
If you crip let's get It cracking
If you blood let's get It popping
And the Glock 17
It's a mother f*cking minor
You say you want to be gang
Until we get on gang shit
Do a lor nip tuck
Give his ass a face lift
I can never trust the boy if he made a statement
Talking on them jail phones giving niggas cases
You need a place to go
I can get you placement
Send you on a first class trip to the pavement
North East zone 12 700 gang shit
We up on the score boards cause we can't miss
Up the score
Up the score
Up the score
Then slide some more
Nigga talking crazy
We Gone burp that baby
Up the score
Up the score
Up the score
Then slide some more
Somebody tell his momma we gone hurt her baby
Writer: Devin Hance
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid