Scoring Hit-Boy & SOB X RBE

[Intro]
Hit-Boy

[Verse 1: DaBoii]
Niggas thought that it was over, bitch, I think not
If I talk to this bitch nice, she'll give mean top
You niggas still ain’t seen ten, y'all ain't seen guap
And I just put it in her stomach, that’s her G-spot
Everybody think that bitch loyal, we don't see not
Spent nine hundred on some kicks that look like Reeboks
All these colors in my chain, I'm a peacock
And you the type to pull the trigger while it's de-cocked
You play dumb and go blind when you see opps
And his bitch tryna pull my jack out the beanstalk
And my mama raised a man, I ain't need pops
If they don't wanna pay no homage, bitch, we need props, bitch

[Chorus: Yhung T.O.]
Young nigga lane switching in the foreign
I ain't nothin' like your nigga ’cause he broke and he boring
If I put that on gang, on gang, bitch, we scoring
Brodie-bro up that Glock and got to shooting like he Jordan
You ain’t finna do shit, don't speak on shit
Give a fuck about your nigga, he don’t be on shit
I don't need no nigga, I don't need no bitch
I'ma tell you what it is and I don’t need no lip