Scoreboard (feat. Omni & B.A. the Gift)-Young Drew

Scoreboard (feat. Omni & B.A. the Gift) - Young Drew Written by：Ryan Omvig/Brian Clark/Drew Thurman It's game time Ooooooo I see you out there And you hate mine Yo You wanna see me go down But I ain't gonna hit the ground It's hot outside I got a popsicle You referee gotta half whistle My girl is the hardest around town Yo On the side but I'm pout a face round I puff cigarettes But not to smoke girl Aah Check the weather report I woke her Go me get crazy Loose my mind I feel this all the time Pull over Stop the ride Over you please it On my side My servant doing fine Hang you to beach Prep her down Hey hey Check the scoreboard It's all I gotta say No more Hey hey Check the scoreboard It's all I gotta say No more All gain Aa haa Check it out the sound To get played Yeah I get it in I do it many ways Either rock it now Or give it listens Or splashing with the flow You know I keep this Grab it Stress it Check my stress She won't face that one show Think ahead of last week I make more Don't low it On a salty drink Now I walk around the snow They have black and chinese Baby baby said she Take a pic with the team All babes own me today I bet I'll clean up shop Like a rush she made I'm going forward this Kind of thing Catch me out there all way Don't even try Got a need you hook yourself Honestly can't hack myself I'm forward a well Teenage dream Delegate the fend Just can do not And blow watching hate but Hey check the scoreboard It's all I gotta say No more Hey Hey check the scoreboard It's all I gotta say No more Hey check the scoreboard It's all I gotta say No more Hey Hey check the scoreboard It's all I gotta say No more Shuts up Oooh I got that swish in you Not this much Aahaa Take it down Till the cold is kind of tough I get my game face on lace Still my nikes That let you know I'm in the zone I come to break the manoges Check and play it Out the shoes I had more numbers That the power ball We would show it on the noose Tell me what's the attitude Oh stop presence Why don't you check the scoreboard See you Wrenger Wassie All the talking out the mouth Just kept you stress about When you come there hit and threes I'm a dead live weapon Don't you protection 'Cause I got Boys and on the fill That are over you In the others day To still the one standing On the side Laughs it cheer out for me This is how I make a living On that target If I know you better Why don't you check the scoreboard Hey check the scoreboard It's all I gotta say No more Hey Hey check the scoreboard It's all I gotta say No more Hey check the scoreboard It's all I gotta say No more Hey Hey check the scoreboard It's all I gotta say No more