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hate the score - gmoneydt & playerrways lyrics

[intro: gmoneydt]
(holy1k)
ayy
like if you really got a bag, what is you hatin’ on the next dude for?
ayy, ayy
(it’s jefe, man)
look

[chorus: gmoneydt]
if you really got a bag, what you hatin’ for?
i don’t gotta say too much, the opps hate the score
f*ck the goals, we put switches on the factory glocks
it’s a shiesty on my face when i’m attackin’ they block
a hundred thousand wasn’t enough, b*tch, i been blew it
i was just eatin’ ramen noodles in the cell coolin’
fresh out, back to the block, i’m back to the city
quick to pop a n*gga up same way they did biggie

[verse 1: gmoneydt]
give a f*ck about them bloggers, b*tch, i’m on the block
you ain’t got sh*t in real life, you just an insta thot
i’ll rob the homie for an ap so you better tuck it
grimey lo, a risktaker, i’m doin’ him duzzy
catch a body if you wanna come hang with the posse
sue yung, he bust down so i gotta rob you
bounce out with the chopper like, yeah, i got one
everybody ’round me got a body, n*gga, you ain’t got one
[chorus: gmoneydt & playerrways]
if you really got a bag, what you hatin’ for?
i don’t gotta say too much, the opps hate the score
f*ck the goals, we put switches on the factory glocks
it’s a shiesty on my face when i’m attackin’ they block
a hundred thousand wasn’t enough, b*tch, i been blew it
i was just eatin’ ramen noodles in the cell coolin’
fresh out, back to the block, i’m back to the city (aight)
quick to pop a n*gga up same way they did biggie (playerr, let me pop it, what i say?)

[verse 2: playerrways]
ayy, like i was just eatin’ ramen in the mellows thirsty
mama kicked me out, i hit the stu’ after passin’ for chili
need a milli’, f*ck a rap label, in that field for real
i ain’t tryna steal but this susy made me sign for real
look, louis v bags hold fn, i don’t need no friends
heavyweight hoodie, it cost a bag for the vlone friends
muddy, muddy, muddy, pink tris’ in this cough*syrup cup
christian louboutins, bl**dy bottoms, yeah, i’m paid duff
and if you really makin’ bands, what you hang for?
was in the benz, look like today i’m in a porsche, no force
stincy, but i’m gettin’ easty, mr, mr. up that score
long live the ruler like, when i win, i’ma take that board
stinc team, dream team, we the ones they talkin’ ’bout
i spin the block around, demon push cuz up out of bounds
30 clip, i shoot bar, steph playerr dribble up
i bake him up if he ever did me, so my shook sh*t up, playerr
[chorus: gmoneydt]
if you really got a bag, what you hatin’ for?
i don’t gotta say too much, the opps hate the score
f*ck the goals, we put switches on the factory glocks
it’s a shiesty on my face when i’m attackin’ they block
a hundred thousand wasn’t enough, b*tch, i been blew it
i was just eatin’ ramen noodles in the cell coolin’
fresh out, back to the block, i’m back to the city
quick to pop a n*gga up same way they did biggie

- gmoneydt playerrways lyrics

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