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ScOrEbOaRd
690
Hip-Hop/Rap
ScOrEbOaRd was released on May 18, 2018 by COMMITTED RECORDS as a part of the album Foolhardy
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Release DateMay 18, 2018
LabelCOMMITTED RECORDS
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM67

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Co Cash
Co Cash
Songwriter
Tay Keith
Tay Keith
Songwriter

Lyrics

Tay Keith, fuck 'em up, Tay Keith, fuck 'em up
I'ma need all four **** (All four ****)
Tay Keith, fuck these **** up!
To go to the zoo (Go to the zoo)
Really need to come here, you know up to my whole lotta money
Whole lotta I Baby B-Boy (Baby B-boy)
(The Committee)
Get the money (Yeah)
Fuck a bitch (Fuck 'em)
Where you been? (Work)
Gettin' rich (Ya)
My neck (Bitch)
My wrist (Bitch)
I'm lit (Ice) fuck ´em poppin' (T
No shit (Vex)
I got them lil' **** pissed (I got them lil' **** pissed)
I just might fit in my keys (I just might fit in my keys)
I'ma keep knockin' yo bitch (I'ma keep knockin' yo ho)
I'ma keep poppin' my shit (I'ma keep poppin')
Get the bag (Get it)
Fuck a hoe (Fuck 'er)
Go broke (What?)
Fuck no (Uh)
You want smoke (What?)
We got smoke (Rrrah)
No cap (No)
No joke (Uh-uh)
I got that ice like a ski slope (I got da money)
Crucifix chain like the pope (The what?)
I just might bust down a rope (I just might bust down a rope)
**** we up check the score! (**** we up)
Look who just walk thru the door my ****
He Louie V down to the floor (Best K)
He keep the Gs to the core (Ya)
Thats that lil' **** them bitches adore (Yeah)
Hop in the jeep, what the fuck is a door? (Woo)
Holla at my shooters they ready to score (Damn)
When it comes to paper I'm havin' all sorts (Sheesh)
Designer lenses on me like a dork (Henri Cartier by the way)
In the club pullin' my loot out (I flex on ****)
Try to take some is a shootout (It's a murder)
I got my head, it's so cool out (I do)
I recently walked in the club with this tool out (Kaboom)
Ooh, don't be a fool (No)
Reach for my jewels
Get put on news (Rrrah)
Don't chase a bitch
Number one rule (Uh-uh)
Win or lose
**** you choose (You choose my ****)
Aye, who said a wouldn't gettin no gwalla?
I beg your pardon
This shit can't fit in my wallet (I don't have any cash)
Look at these muhfuckin' garments
I'm fresh 'til death
Rest in peace dearly departed (I'm fresh as a bitch)
We do this shit and they copy
**** we poppin'
Look at this shit we done started (They copy this shit)
Im always makin' deposits
I got the bank tell Lil China see where I done got it
Get the money (Cash)
Fuck a bitch (Fuck 'em)
Where you been? (Work)
Gettin' rich (Yeah)
My neck (Bitch)
My wrist (Bitch)
I'm lit (Ice)
No shit (Vex)
I got them lil' **** pissed (I got them lil' **** pissed)
I just might fit in my keys (I just might fit in my keys)
I'ma keep knockin' yo bitch (I'ma keep knockin' yo ho)
I'ma keep poppin' my shit (I'ma keep poppin')
Get the bag (Get it)
Fuck a hoe (Fuck 'er)
Go broke (What?)
Fuck no (Uh)
You want smoke (What?)
We got smoke (Rrrah)
No cap (No)
No joke (Uh-uh)
I got that ice like a ski slope (I gotta money)
Crucifix chain like the pope (The what?)
I just might bust down a rope (I just might bust down a rope)
**** we up check the score! (This who we are)
I got 'em mad, yuh (They pissed)
I turnt up a tad, yuh (Hmm-ma)
Running thru bags, yuh (Bitch cash)
It's just me and my lads, yuh (My ****)
Snakes in the grass, nope (Uh-uh)
These diamonds not glass, nope (Uh-uh)
Ain't no comin' in last, nope (We are)
Won't give em a pass, nope (Let's go)
Ice all on me like I'm 'bout to go ski (Ice, ice)
Don't like to talk 'cause that shit be too cheap (Zip it)
Told that lil' bitch I ain't fuckin' for free (Ho)
Gucci on me bitch I'm double the G (Hunnid fifty)
You running ya lips and I'm running it up (Wha'cha doin'?)
Just bought me a pint so I doubled the cup (Money)
Shut that shit up **** bet that shit up (Shut up)
What you wanna do ****? Double it up (Make it double up)
I got that glock on my waist, it dont got no safe
In case a **** try to play (Don't do it)
I just might hop on a plane and fly to the A
I'm feelin' like shoppin' today (Rich nig'shi)
That shit he rockin fugay
He thought he was fly (No)
He must've had a delay (Say)
I know why that **** hate (Why?)
'Cause I'm gettin' cake
Or I'm prolly fuckin' his bae (All errybody wanted, huh?)
Get the money (Cash)
Fuck a bitch (Fuck 'em)
Where you been? (Work)
Gettin' rich (Yeah)
My neck (Bitch)
My wrist (Bitch)
I'm lit (Ice)
No shit (Vex)
I got them lil' **** pissed (I got them lil' **** pissed)
I just might fit in my keys (I just might fit in my keys)
I'ma keep knockin' yo bitch (I'ma keep knockin' yo ho)
I'ma keep poppin' my shit (I'ma keep poppin')
Get the bag (Get it)
Fuck a hoe (Fuck 'er)
Go broke (What?)
Fuck no (Uh)
You want smoke (What?)
We got smoke (Rrrah)
No cap (No)
No joke (Uh-uh)
I got that ice like a ski slope (I gotta money)
Crucifix chain like the pope (The what?)
I just might bust down a rope (I just might bust down a rope)
**** we up check the score! (**** we up, we up)
Written by: Co Cash, Tay Keith
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