Count Up
(Aight bet)
Huh?
What?
I love 'em new bucks
Say he want smoke yeah you can get your crew fucked
Gone like ghost got smoked like a new dutch
Riding with the same can't kick it with a new bunch
Huh?
Yeah?
We leave them clueless
Ask for a peak to see how we really do it
Word after word man I find it so amusing
Bitch I go dumb wait no I go stupid
Matter of fact I'm retarded off this music
Bitch I'm ahead how you say that I'm losing
Florida Georgia with Nelly how I'm really cruising
On the road with the pack how I'm moving
Bitch I count up stack it up to the moon
(Sssshhh)
Don't talk, so they just assume
They just don't like how the way I be doing
Fuck 'em all cause I got my broom
Ain't gon just cop one yeah Ima cop two
Dangerous man when I walk in the room
Bitches they wet like they jumped in the pool
Want to fuck like "I ain't that dude"
Like count up
Count up
Count up
Yeah count up
Big bands yeah talking 'bout them commas
Drop 'em
Drop 'em
Drop 'em
Fin drop 'em
Big guns, big shooters, big problems
Money is the topic breadwinners still counting
AK In the closet but that bitch still rush in
Smoking on the Buddha, but the shit still pungent
Ain't got say a thing and bitches still love me
Stone cold
No stunner
Five-five-six thirty clips rip stomach
Benji the best friend love them straight hundreds
Draco and the Hellpup nigga straight gunning
Uh, yeah say nothing
Fuck using fist thats why I got the thumper
Pistol stay blazing and it sounded like thunder
Okay see? Yeah you better get cover
Count up
Count up
Count up
Yeah count up
Big bands yeah talking bout them commas
Drop 'em
Drop 'em
Drop 'em
Fin drop 'em
Big guns, big shooters, big problems
Purple yellow mix cup looking like Vikings
Blick and sticked up got them flash like lighting
Really in the open yeah you know I'm not hiding
Do what I want give a fuck bout no karma
Let off hella rounds I ain't even need a warm up
Hop off the bench I wasn't even starting
Twenty-three shots I ain't talking Michael Jordan
On my Bullshit feeling more like Rodman
Got my vest on and I'm ready for the bullets
Talking all the clips yeah you know I got the fullest
Big ass sticks yeah the chops look like bullies
And it put you in the dirt make you one with the soil
Huh?
Yeah I'm on a boil
Got me heating up with the fam I stay loyal
Making all this music yeah I keep on making noise
I keep on stacking up stay counting for the boys
Count up
Count up
Count up
Yeah count up
Big bands yeah talking 'bout them commas
Drop 'em
Drop 'em
Drop 'em
Fin drop 'em
Big gun, big shooters, big problems
Huh?
What?
I love 'em new bucks
Say he want smoke yeah you can get your crew fucked
Gone like ghost got smoked like a new dutch
Riding with the same can't kick it with a new bunch
Huh?
Yeah?
We leave them clueless
Ask for a peak to see how we really do it
Word after word man I find it so amusing
Bitch I go dumb wait no I go stupid
Matter of fact I'm retarded off this music
Bitch I'm ahead how you say that I'm losing
Florida Georgia with Nelly how I'm really cruising
On the road with the pack how I'm moving
Bitch I count up stack it up to the moon
(Sssshhh)
Don't talk, so they just assume
They just don't like how the way I be doing
Fuck 'em all cause I got my broom
Ain't gon just cop one yeah Ima cop two
Dangerous man when I walk in the room
Bitches they wet like they jumped in the pool
Want to fuck like "I ain't that dude"
Like count up
Count up
Count up
Yeah count up
Big bands yeah talking 'bout them commas
Drop 'em
Drop 'em
Drop 'em
Fin drop 'em
Big guns, big shooters, big problems
Money is the topic breadwinners still counting
AK In the closet but that bitch still rush in
Smoking on the Buddha, but the shit still pungent
Ain't got say a thing and bitches still love me
Stone cold
No stunner
Five-five-six thirty clips rip stomach
Benji the best friend love them straight hundreds
Draco and the Hellpup nigga straight gunning
Uh, yeah say nothing
Fuck using fist thats why I got the thumper
Pistol stay blazing and it sounded like thunder
Okay see? Yeah you better get cover
Count up
Count up
Count up
Yeah count up
Big bands yeah talking bout them commas
Drop 'em
Drop 'em
Drop 'em
Fin drop 'em
Big guns, big shooters, big problems
Purple yellow mix cup looking like Vikings
Blick and sticked up got them flash like lighting
Really in the open yeah you know I'm not hiding
Do what I want give a fuck bout no karma
Let off hella rounds I ain't even need a warm up
Hop off the bench I wasn't even starting
Twenty-three shots I ain't talking Michael Jordan
On my Bullshit feeling more like Rodman
Got my vest on and I'm ready for the bullets
Talking all the clips yeah you know I got the fullest
Big ass sticks yeah the chops look like bullies
And it put you in the dirt make you one with the soil
Huh?
Yeah I'm on a boil
Got me heating up with the fam I stay loyal
Making all this music yeah I keep on making noise
I keep on stacking up stay counting for the boys
Count up
Count up
Count up
Yeah count up
Big bands yeah talking 'bout them commas
Drop 'em
Drop 'em
Drop 'em
Fin drop 'em
Big gun, big shooters, big problems
Credits
Writer(s): J'len Noukham
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
© 2024 All rights reserved. Rockol.com S.r.l. Website image policy
Rockol
- Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes (“for press use”) by record companies, artist managements and p.r. agencies.
- Said images are used to exert a right to report and a finality of the criticism, in a degraded mode compliant to copyright laws, and exclusively inclosed in our own informative content.
- Only non-exclusive images addressed to newspaper use and, in general, copyright-free are accepted.
- Live photos are published when licensed by photographers whose copyright is quoted.
- Rockol is available to pay the right holder a fair fee should a published image’s author be unknown at the time of publishing.
Feedback
Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal.