Count Me Out

They than tried to count me out I started counting up
Thumb a few racks yesterday I feel like I ain't count enough
Beat up the streets and do a donut know I gotta fuck it up
On Stony cutting up you in the whip you better buckle up
Bitches out here asses out, hit the bank I'm cashing out
The Chi right down to Nola make one call they get to crashing out
Lil bro off the jigga and you know he bound to lashing out
Feel like Mike i'm in the room these bitches get to passing out
I'm as solid as they come, all the guys than put they trust in me
When I'm pouring up she say it's the double cup for me
Heavy hitters in the cut they fuck shit up you fuck with me
Don't think shit sweet cause if I ever say it's up it's stuck with me
Let's go
Bump you down you fuck with niggas that don't like me
Won't tuck a chain this shit is shining like some Christmas lighting
She trying to type me, trying to sex me, yea she trying to fuck and bite me
Cold nigga your bitch give me brain freeze just like a icee
Yea Let go
Kp why they call you wild cause I put on a show
I'm prada me than ran it up now Saks my favorite store
Ain't from the D but with these buffs yea this shit on the floor
Like metro booming dick her down and then she want some more

Yea this that new money I'm flexing what I touched today
All these karat in my ear I don't give a fuck what you say
You run up then might not make it, test your luck today
You can't be mad I took your bitch she shouldn't have looked this way
I'm running it up I'm out here thugging you can't be my bae
Bitch called me broke, I spoiled her mama now she know I ain't
Been thumbing racks I'm in my bag Kp Frito-Lay
Kp Frito-lay



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Writer(s): Rayshaun Thompson
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