PH Brodie - Perfect Score Lyrics

Woke up this morning, all in California
I was Cali-fornicatin' with a nigga baby momma
Uh, no drama, he ain't want no drama
Cuz the last thing he seen was a
Oou
Last thing he seen was my ma'fuckin' yoppa
Last thing he seen was a ma'fuckin' choppa
Last person he seen was my ma'fuckin' shotta
And that nigga a monster, and that nigga a problem
He got dreads on his head 'bout as long as his leg
Dread, dreads on his head so the young nigga scared
Dread, dreads on his head wrap him up in the shed
Dread, dread on his head so the young nigga dead, oh
Nigga I'm from Campbellton Road
I'll put it on the fo'
After pourin' me a fo'
I'll leave his body cold
Tied up on a back street
That's what he get choosing wrong
Don't try to test me
'Cause Brodie give you a perfect score
I'll let that ma'fucka roar
QP that's my shooter I'll let him score
Leave yo' brains on the floor
And leave yo' momma in mourn
They ain't gotta watch the news, no no
They know how the shit go
They heard the first five
Then they heard the whole clip unload
Woke up this morning, all in California
I was Cali-fornicatin' with a nigga baby momma
Uh, no drama, he ain't want no drama
Cuz the last thing he seen was a
Oou
Last thing he seen was my ma'fuckin' yoppa
Last thing he seen was a ma'fuckin' choppa
Last person he seen was my ma'fuckin' shotta
And that nigga a monster, and that nigga a problem

Woke up this morning, all in California
I was Cali-fornicatin' with a nigga baby momma
Uh, no drama, he ain't want no drama
Cuz the last thing he seen was a
Oou
Last thing he seen was my ma'fuckin' yoppa
Last thing he seen was a ma'fuckin' choppa
Last person he seen was my ma'fuckin' shotta
And that nigga a monster, and that nigga a problem
He got dreads on his head 'bout as long as his leg
Dread, dreads on his head so the young nigga scared
Dread, dreads on his head wrap him up in the shed
Dread, dread on his head so the young nigga dead, oh
Nigga I'm from Campbellton Road
I'll put it on the fo'
After pourin' me a fo'
I'll leave his body cold
Tied up on a back street
That's what he get choosing wrong
Don't try to test me
'Cause Brodie give you a perfect score
I'll let that ma'fucka roar
QP that's my shooter I'll let him score
Leave yo' brains on the floor
And leave yo' momma in mourn
They ain't gotta watch the news, no no
They know how the shit go
They heard the first five
Then they heard the whole clip unload
Woke up this morning, all in California
I was Cali-fornicatin' with a nigga baby momma
Uh, no drama, he ain't want no drama
Cuz the last thing he seen was a
Oou
Last thing he seen was my ma'fuckin' yoppa
Last thing he seen was a ma'fuckin' choppa
Last person he seen was my ma'fuckin' shotta
And that nigga a monster, and that nigga a problem