Count My Bands
Let me count my bands yea
Let me count my bands yeah
Kinda hard to stand yeah
Kinda hard to stand yeah
Let me count my bands yeah
Let me count my bands yeah
Kinda hard to stand yeah
Let me count my
Let me count my
Let me count my bands yeah
Got all my demons coming at night
Know what we looking for yeah that strife
Talking all that shit but you know it is kite
You talk all that talk but you ain't gonna bite
You walk that walk but you always been light
Light it up and we high as kite
So high that's it's blurring my sights
Cant distinguish the lefts to my rights
Grabbing all these boards like Dwight
We seen better days but the money stacking high
Walking in the dark but my neck a flashlight
Squint your eyes cuz that shit be mad bright
We sleep throught the day and we turn it up at night
(Turn it up at night)
We sleep throught the day and we turn it up at night
We the homies by my side
Hold on hold on let me count my bands yeah
Hold on hold on kinda hard to stand yeah
Hold on hold on let me count my bands yeah
Hold on hold on kinda hard to stand yeah
Baby girl hold on, why you mind my business
All you gotta do is tell me where to finish
Ready round 2 this is only the beggining
Ready round 3 we all bout that fitness
boutta wake up the village
Do it so good, boutta have no witness
way we got it going, boutta make the Guiness
I'm on tours baby show me what I'm missing
Hold on hold on let me count my bands yeah
Hold on hold on kinda hard to stand yeah
Hold on, wait, let me count my bands yeah
Hold on, wait, kinda hard to stand yeah
Baby girl I just got here I'm just getting started
I will set my name in stone, I'm the type to be a martyr
I'm not a fucking rapper, I'm a motherfucking artist
Going after the bag new countries uncharted
Always deal with my shit, ain't shoving in the carpet
Ain't care bout the hate my skin has hardened
Ain't think about the ones left behind
now they call me heartless, I beg your pardon
Now I pull up from way back like I'm James harden
All these bars left them feeling bombarded
And now I point my fingers to the sky
This is another night that we proud to survive
I will be Yolo til the day I die
Take anything that will make me take flight
Cuz I be Turning up with the squad
But we gon be aight
Hold on hold on let me count my bands yeah
Hold on hold on kinda hard to stand yeah
Hold on hold on let me count my bands yeah
Hold on hold on kinda hard to stand yeah
Let me count my bands yeah
Kinda hard to stand yeah
Kinda hard to stand yeah
Let me count my bands yeah
Let me count my bands yeah
Kinda hard to stand yeah
Let me count my
Let me count my
Let me count my bands yeah
Got all my demons coming at night
Know what we looking for yeah that strife
Talking all that shit but you know it is kite
You talk all that talk but you ain't gonna bite
You walk that walk but you always been light
Light it up and we high as kite
So high that's it's blurring my sights
Cant distinguish the lefts to my rights
Grabbing all these boards like Dwight
We seen better days but the money stacking high
Walking in the dark but my neck a flashlight
Squint your eyes cuz that shit be mad bright
We sleep throught the day and we turn it up at night
(Turn it up at night)
We sleep throught the day and we turn it up at night
We the homies by my side
Hold on hold on let me count my bands yeah
Hold on hold on kinda hard to stand yeah
Hold on hold on let me count my bands yeah
Hold on hold on kinda hard to stand yeah
Baby girl hold on, why you mind my business
All you gotta do is tell me where to finish
Ready round 2 this is only the beggining
Ready round 3 we all bout that fitness
boutta wake up the village
Do it so good, boutta have no witness
way we got it going, boutta make the Guiness
I'm on tours baby show me what I'm missing
Hold on hold on let me count my bands yeah
Hold on hold on kinda hard to stand yeah
Hold on, wait, let me count my bands yeah
Hold on, wait, kinda hard to stand yeah
Baby girl I just got here I'm just getting started
I will set my name in stone, I'm the type to be a martyr
I'm not a fucking rapper, I'm a motherfucking artist
Going after the bag new countries uncharted
Always deal with my shit, ain't shoving in the carpet
Ain't care bout the hate my skin has hardened
Ain't think about the ones left behind
now they call me heartless, I beg your pardon
Now I pull up from way back like I'm James harden
All these bars left them feeling bombarded
And now I point my fingers to the sky
This is another night that we proud to survive
I will be Yolo til the day I die
Take anything that will make me take flight
Cuz I be Turning up with the squad
But we gon be aight
Hold on hold on let me count my bands yeah
Hold on hold on kinda hard to stand yeah
Hold on hold on let me count my bands yeah
Hold on hold on kinda hard to stand yeah
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Writer(s): Joao Victor
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