UP THE SCORE Slayter (Ft. 22Gz & Maxo Kream)

[Verse 1: 22Gz]
Show no remorse (Show no remose)
Walkin' them blickys, lightin' this shit like the fourth (Blicky, blicky, twirl, twirl)
Is you ready for war? (Is you ready for war? Pussy)
All we know, droppin' them windows, slidin' them doors (Droppin' them windows, slidin' them doors)
You turn to a corpse (Blicky, man down, man down)
We catch him lackin'? We sendin' him straight to the Lord (Skrrt, skrrt, skkrt)
We in the store (Twirl, twirl)
Pull out the blicky, put hoes in this Christian Dior (Gang, gang, gang)

[Chorus: Slayter]
I'm ready for war (Ready for war, yeah)
We ain't goin' back and forth, you niggas poor (You niggas poor)
Bitch, let's up the score (Just up the score)
Yeah, I hit up Dior and buy the store (I buy the store, bitch)
My bitch from the lord
Yeah, bought the bitch uptown, let her explore (Let her explore)
Tell her, "The world is yours" (The world is yours)
We celebrate when bodies hit the floor (When the bodies drop)

[Verse 2: Slayter]
Yeah, bodies droppin', it's a celebration (It's a celebration)
You a bitch nigga, that's just my observation
Feds did a sweep, we was on vacation
Touched a hunnid G's, niggas started hatin' (Yeah)
I'm with 22Gz, [?] speed racing (Yeah)
Seen a nigga bleed, his face on the pavement (Damn)
I just threw my ice on the floor and started skating (And started skating)
I just want the head from the bitch, no conversation (No conversation)