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born to score - allblack lyrics

[intro]
stressin’ me out
dtb, you are stressin’ me the f*ck out
i was born to score (thank you)
(dtb, that’s a slap)

[verse 1]
nike suit on, strap on, my shoes deadstock
got this bag in a figure*four headlock
we can’t find you, get your mans popped (fah, fah)
baby, pull your tits out, i’m finna sign my john hanc*ck
x with the lean on spark sh*t, i’m tweakin’ like a knock
devil in my eye, ready to die like i’m slipknot
up and make him dance, i named my glock tiktok
invite him to my hood, have my n*ggas take his wristw*tch
maison margiela, these ain’t sixty*dollar rebooks
[?][0:28] in my cup, these n*ggas think i bang tree top
diamond in the back, [?]
think he in the scene with thе gangsta lean
in that field ready to scorе, rahsaan vaughn on the raiders
in competition with my past, i’m just tryna be greater
they asked, “black, how you feel?” i replied, “i’m creme savers”
ready to cut these locs off and get some tats around my taper
catch a opp in the winter, hit his checks like vicks vapors
cleats on the hardwood, wan wan ballin’ for the lakers
outside paranoid, in her pockets, i feel safer
i’m old*school, catch a renegade and rob her with a taser
i feel invincible when i throw on these prada aviators
every time i throw ragers, i invite all my neighbors
fat b*tch love my trap, she goin’ dumb up at the caterer
drinks on me, percs on me, shrooms on me, thank me later
[chorus]
put my left hand in, left hand out
she just handed me a trap and then she ran another route
ate a perc’, can’t stop itching, high as f*ck, i’m stressed out
put the belt on any n*gga playin’ with my name for clout
put my left hand in, left hand out
she just handed me a trap and then she ran another route
rifle on me, f*ckin’ up my walk, they think i got gout
put the belt on any n*gga playin’ with my name for clout

[verse 2]
pandemic, i checked forty like a backer on the eagles
always been my own man, i never copied other people
i can’t change it, i’m a rockstar, grew up on the beatles
i’m mister never miss a dinner, how you doin’? nice to meet you
feel like choppa tink right now let’s link up and bump it out
pilot seats in a long*sleeve, i’m at the party, actin’ out
free tudi, they tryna hang him, man, i hate he crashed out
i shed tears every time i’m in my granddad house
hear the hate in they jokes, so i keep the gun on me
n*ggas got the mad face every time i get a trophy
pull up on your hood today, air that b*tch out
meet me at the chevron, i don’t bring n*ggas to my house

[chorus]
put my left hand in, left hand out
she just handed me a trap and then she ran another route
ate a perc’, can’t stop itching, high as f*ck, i’m stressed out
put the belt on any n*gga playin’ with my name for clout
put my left hand in, left hand out
she just handed me a trap and then she ran another route
rifle on me, f*ckin’ up my walk, they think i got gout
put the belt on any n*gga playin’ with my name for clout
[outro]
on the floor at the laker game watchin’ wan wan go, go dumb
put the belt on any playin’ with my name for clout
i’m with the party on a sick one, yeah, like, [?][2:26]
i was born to score
that ain’t enough, i want more, more, more, more
dtb, thank you, thank you for f*ckin’ with me, thank you for everything
304, 304, black

- allblack lyrics

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