Count Up
Woo
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight
Count up, woo
Count up
My lil nigga gon' count up (count up)
Yeah, I be flexin' them commas (commas)
Pour up the dirty, it's Fanta (Fanta)
Got the ammo on the counter
Jump out the water like Rambo (Rambo)
I jump out the water like Rambo (Rambo)
Oh, nowadays, I really ain't for nothing
Everything I do about the money (woo)
That why Lil Uzi be gettin' money (money)
These niggas talkin', they ain't 'bout nothing (nothing)
These niggas singin' like David Ruffin (Ruffin)
My gun, I'll spray it, it'll get to bless you (bless)
Hundreds and fifties, my pockets stuffed (uh)
A, B, C, D, I'm a G
Givenchy cover my feet (what?)
I killed that pussy so bad
She tried to call the police
Lil' bitch, you ain't cuffing me, yeah
You can't fall in love with a G
I'm tryna get all these bands
I fell in love with the streets
I'm runnin' it up
Niggas be quick to shit on what you doin'
I'm from New Orleans, I am the influence
Ain't tryna be rude, disrespect, get you ruined
I'm a young killer, nigga, really, nigga
I'ma take your bitch and have fun with her
Bless her then soon I'm done with her
You know I gave her right back
Lil' bitch, we back to the racks
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight
Count up, woo
Count up
My lil nigga gon' count up (count up)
Yeah, I be flexin' them commas (commas)
Pour up the dirty, it's Fanta (Fanta)
Got the ammo on the counter
Jump out the water like Rambo (Rambo)
I jump out the water like Rambo (Rambo)
Oh, nowadays, I really ain't for nothing
Everything I do about the money (woo)
That why Lil Uzi be gettin' money (money)
These niggas talkin', they ain't 'bout nothing (nothing)
These niggas singin' like David Ruffin (Ruffin)
My gun, I'll spray it, it'll get to bless you (bless)
Hundreds and fifties, my pockets stuffed (uh)
A, B, C, D, I'm a G
Givenchy cover my feet (what?)
I killed that pussy so bad
She tried to call the police
Lil' bitch, you ain't cuffing me, yeah
You can't fall in love with a G
I'm tryna get all these bands
I fell in love with the streets
I'm runnin' it up
Niggas be quick to shit on what you doin'
I'm from New Orleans, I am the influence
Ain't tryna be rude, disrespect, get you ruined
I'm a young killer, nigga, really, nigga
I'ma take your bitch and have fun with her
Bless her then soon I'm done with her
You know I gave her right back
Lil' bitch, we back to the racks
Credits
Writer(s): Lil Uzi Vert, Kyyngg Kyyngg
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