Don't Count Me Out
I got more karats me than a rabbit
She ate that dick and it vanished like magic
I keep some shooters round me don't duck static
Foreign bih wan kick like a bad habit
I need that whip off the showroom no lease
Porsche wit the frog eye 200 my speed
We change the weather it's raining 50's
If it ain't bout count den
Please don't count on me
Aye lah shawty want de niro
She say i'm a good fella
I got pocket change
Double C's on her sweater
She just trynna hang
My persona get her wetter
Ion spit game
Everything i tell her clever
I really havin
I'm not like u clowns
These moon rocks so sticky
I can't break em down
My cup is dirty
But not like the ground
If it ain't bout guala
Den please count me out
I'm just trynna put them g's
On my mama
I be doin all these drugs
Cuz i den been thru trauma
Big bentley truck
For them bitches that had doubted
Aye my pocket was on E
But look now them bitches crowded
Pretty face, fat ah no waist,
All my bitches well rounded
She just trynna get a taste
Say my drip its so astounding
Hop inside the wraith i could lay back
Yeah i'm lounging
Its a a new day but old faces to be counted
I got more karats me than a rabbit
She ate that dick and it vanished like magic
I keep some shooters round me don't duck static
Foreign bih wan kick like a bad habit
I need that whip off the showroom no lease
Porsche wit the frog eye 200 my speed
We change the weather it's raining 50's
If it ain't bout count den
Please don't count on me
She ate that dick and it vanished like magic
I keep some shooters round me don't duck static
Foreign bih wan kick like a bad habit
I need that whip off the showroom no lease
Porsche wit the frog eye 200 my speed
We change the weather it's raining 50's
If it ain't bout count den
Please don't count on me
Aye lah shawty want de niro
She say i'm a good fella
I got pocket change
Double C's on her sweater
She just trynna hang
My persona get her wetter
Ion spit game
Everything i tell her clever
I really havin
I'm not like u clowns
These moon rocks so sticky
I can't break em down
My cup is dirty
But not like the ground
If it ain't bout guala
Den please count me out
I'm just trynna put them g's
On my mama
I be doin all these drugs
Cuz i den been thru trauma
Big bentley truck
For them bitches that had doubted
Aye my pocket was on E
But look now them bitches crowded
Pretty face, fat ah no waist,
All my bitches well rounded
She just trynna get a taste
Say my drip its so astounding
Hop inside the wraith i could lay back
Yeah i'm lounging
Its a a new day but old faces to be counted
I got more karats me than a rabbit
She ate that dick and it vanished like magic
I keep some shooters round me don't duck static
Foreign bih wan kick like a bad habit
I need that whip off the showroom no lease
Porsche wit the frog eye 200 my speed
We change the weather it's raining 50's
If it ain't bout count den
Please don't count on me
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Writer(s): Evan Sams
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