Count It
Go head Count it
When I'm cashing up from distance got the touch of me I book it like I'm Devin
Tell me that you found it
When I'm searching for my head when they moving and I'm feeling under pressure
And they doubt it
Yea, sending all the hate ain't seeing it my way swear this shit it make no sense to me
Pound it
She keep dialing at gate come stay up at the place and you know I move with silence
Came in I drove it pilot
Put in the ends off mileage
Count it perfect timing
Ghostin' mode when I drive it
Liftoff I just do it for sport
Fifty piece put the ball in your court
County clubs too heavy on tone
Purple tones keep me all in the zone
Ten down, I stay all on my toes
Private shit, it was never for show
Blast off, that's just how I roll
Big flames, I keep on my smoke
It's Clutchy on a roll
Tryna catch me when I'm slowed
Imma let em' let you know
Droppin' buckets, ice cold
Carried by the saints, prayed for better days
Just level and maintain I been way up out the range
Sippin' lemonade, MC for the gang
Blazing out the train, Count it make it bang
Go head Count it
When I'm cashing up from distance got the touch of me I book it like I'm Devin
Tell me that you found it
When I'm searching for my head when they moving and I'm feeling under pressure
And they doubt it
Yea, sending all the hate ain't seeing it my way swear this shit it make no sense to me
Pound it
She keep dialing at gate come stay up at the place and you know I move with silence
The room had felt electric
My mind was disconnected
When my life was feeling hectic
On some three point Michael Redd shit
My trip was so eccentric
Play wit the strings like Hendrix
Carry the bag like Dalvin
Kicked out league like Calvin
Menace on the court, no stoppin' me
Ain't no option two or three
Come and match my energy
Don't know what they see in me
Yea it's Clutchy boi
Heavy in the paint
Heavy on my melodie's
Count it make it rain
They misunderstood
Yea took me for the fool
Did everything I could
Don't feel nothing, shit ain't new
Go hide until like June
Lately I been on the move
Maneuvers to the moon
Clutch Status coming soon
Go head Count it
When I'm cashing up from distance got the touch of me I book it like I'm Devin
Tell me that you found it
When I'm searching for my head when they moving and I'm feeling under pressure
And they doubt it
Yea, sending all the hate ain't seeing it my way swear this shit it make no sense to me
Pound it
She keep dialing at gate come stay up at the place and you know I move with silence
When I'm cashing up from distance got the touch of me I book it like I'm Devin
Tell me that you found it
When I'm searching for my head when they moving and I'm feeling under pressure
And they doubt it
Yea, sending all the hate ain't seeing it my way swear this shit it make no sense to me
Pound it
She keep dialing at gate come stay up at the place and you know I move with silence
Came in I drove it pilot
Put in the ends off mileage
Count it perfect timing
Ghostin' mode when I drive it
Liftoff I just do it for sport
Fifty piece put the ball in your court
County clubs too heavy on tone
Purple tones keep me all in the zone
Ten down, I stay all on my toes
Private shit, it was never for show
Blast off, that's just how I roll
Big flames, I keep on my smoke
It's Clutchy on a roll
Tryna catch me when I'm slowed
Imma let em' let you know
Droppin' buckets, ice cold
Carried by the saints, prayed for better days
Just level and maintain I been way up out the range
Sippin' lemonade, MC for the gang
Blazing out the train, Count it make it bang
Go head Count it
When I'm cashing up from distance got the touch of me I book it like I'm Devin
Tell me that you found it
When I'm searching for my head when they moving and I'm feeling under pressure
And they doubt it
Yea, sending all the hate ain't seeing it my way swear this shit it make no sense to me
Pound it
She keep dialing at gate come stay up at the place and you know I move with silence
The room had felt electric
My mind was disconnected
When my life was feeling hectic
On some three point Michael Redd shit
My trip was so eccentric
Play wit the strings like Hendrix
Carry the bag like Dalvin
Kicked out league like Calvin
Menace on the court, no stoppin' me
Ain't no option two or three
Come and match my energy
Don't know what they see in me
Yea it's Clutchy boi
Heavy in the paint
Heavy on my melodie's
Count it make it rain
They misunderstood
Yea took me for the fool
Did everything I could
Don't feel nothing, shit ain't new
Go hide until like June
Lately I been on the move
Maneuvers to the moon
Clutch Status coming soon
Go head Count it
When I'm cashing up from distance got the touch of me I book it like I'm Devin
Tell me that you found it
When I'm searching for my head when they moving and I'm feeling under pressure
And they doubt it
Yea, sending all the hate ain't seeing it my way swear this shit it make no sense to me
Pound it
She keep dialing at gate come stay up at the place and you know I move with silence
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Writer(s): Alex Castro
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