Up the Score (feat. Zay Buck$) Video (MV)

I be cooling all alone
Then my heart get to aching
Pushed away all of the love
And now my mind just be racing
Long live my brother f*ck the opps
I'm out for blood Imma spray them
It's on the floor, Imma up the score
I feel like I'm Jason Tatum yeah

Racks up racks up,
I got the blues in the stash yeah
Been getting the P's for the one
You want smoke, then I'm bringing the cancer
Been finding my route to the riches
I really been getting this cash yeah
A nigga been getting the green
I really just like my cabbage
Taking off like a rocket, f*ck a plug bitch I'm the socket
It's getting real cold in this bitch
I'm icy just like I'm a comet
F*ck these niggas they be flodging
Pussy nigga please stop it
My niggas they really be bout it
You flexing they running your pockets

I be cooling all alone
Then my heart get to aching
Pushed away all of the love
And now my mind just be racing
Long live my brother f*ck the opps
I'm out for blood Imma spray them
It's on the floor, Imma up the score
I feel like I'm Jason Tatum yeah

Gambling with my freedom just to make it out
A lot of niggas dying young on that paper route
You know you not savage nigga cut it out
High up off the drugs, my mamma said I better cut it out
Better stay up out that crossfire nigga you'll get hit
In the storm with my brothers, with my glock up on my hip
You knew I was a thug baby, so why you trip
Let me smoke on this blunt baby, and watch you strip
We giving out 100 rounds, we send you to your maker
Bitch want me in love, but I know she a time waster
We kill everything, then we go post up in Jamaica
You put your trust in these niggas
Then watch how quick they play you

I be cooling all alone
Then my heart get to aching
Pushed away all of the love
And now my mind just be racing
Long live my brother f*ck the opps
I'm out for blood Imma spray them
It's on the floor, Imma up the score
I feel like I'm Jason Tatum yeah