Stats
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I can't fuck with judges this ain't Law and Order
I'm they favorite scorer, Explorer call her Dora
Kick open the door, They say over poor
Till I got on the floor, Boogie 3 got swords
From the south we throw up fours (We throw up fours)
I hit her when I'm bored (Fasho)
We putting stats on the board (Ay)
Cross em out if they ain't with me daily (Just cross em out)
They wanna talk then they gone have to pay me (Gone have to pay me)
They gone have to pay me
They seeing money in my pockets acting strange
Don't play with me this 308 it's changing faces
Shooting with my left like James Harden I'ma Brooklyn Net
Like candyman I hook his ass, Kyrie Irving cook his ass
Shopping with my cooking bag
She broke my heart now I see that all my feelings in the trash
I then took the blame but I see they still wanna see me bad
Dime assist like Steve Nash, Fucked her good she creamed fast
Purple bret (Purple bret hart)
Healing my heart (Yeah)
With that check (With that check yeah)
I'm a dog with that dog chain on my neck (On my neck yeah)
I been doing this I'ma OG i'ma vet (I'm a vet yeah)
I'm getting them loads in (S'yeah)
That's fasho nigga (Fasho)
We on the road nigga (We on the road)
We rocking out shows nigga (We rocking out shows)
I'm picking out hoes nigga (S'yeah)
She fuck with my flow nigga (S'yeah)
You know how that go nigga (Know how that go)
I'm just a cold nigga
I can't fuck with judges this ain't Law and Order
Im they favorite scorer, Explorer call her Dora
Kick open the door they say over poor
Till I got on the floor, Boogie 3 got swords
From the south we throw up fours (We throw up fours)
I hit her when I'm bored (Fasho)
We putting stats on the board (Ay)
Cross em out if they ain't with me daily (Just cross em out)
They wanna talk then they gone have to pay me (Gone have to pay me)
I can't fuck with judges this ain't Law and Order
I'm they favorite scorer, Explorer call her Dora
Kick open the door, They say over poor
Till I got on the floor, Boogie 3 got swords
From the south we throw up fours (We throw up fours)
I hit her when I'm bored (Fasho)
We putting stats on the board (Ay)
Cross em out if they ain't with me daily (Just cross em out)
They wanna talk then they gone have to pay me (Gone have to pay me)
They gone have to pay me
They seeing money in my pockets acting strange
Don't play with me this 308 it's changing faces
Shooting with my left like James Harden I'ma Brooklyn Net
Like candyman I hook his ass, Kyrie Irving cook his ass
Shopping with my cooking bag
She broke my heart now I see that all my feelings in the trash
I then took the blame but I see they still wanna see me bad
Dime assist like Steve Nash, Fucked her good she creamed fast
Purple bret (Purple bret hart)
Healing my heart (Yeah)
With that check (With that check yeah)
I'm a dog with that dog chain on my neck (On my neck yeah)
I been doing this I'ma OG i'ma vet (I'm a vet yeah)
I'm getting them loads in (S'yeah)
That's fasho nigga (Fasho)
We on the road nigga (We on the road)
We rocking out shows nigga (We rocking out shows)
I'm picking out hoes nigga (S'yeah)
She fuck with my flow nigga (S'yeah)
You know how that go nigga (Know how that go)
I'm just a cold nigga
I can't fuck with judges this ain't Law and Order
Im they favorite scorer, Explorer call her Dora
Kick open the door they say over poor
Till I got on the floor, Boogie 3 got swords
From the south we throw up fours (We throw up fours)
I hit her when I'm bored (Fasho)
We putting stats on the board (Ay)
Cross em out if they ain't with me daily (Just cross em out)
They wanna talk then they gone have to pay me (Gone have to pay me)
Writer(s): Deonte Rogers
Copyright(s): Lyrics © DistroKid
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