Count Me Out

They tryna count me out but I ain't having that
Me & the gang in the function we rolling up back to back
All this shit don't entertain me fuck you laughing at
Yeah they thought I was giving it up lil baby i'm clapping back
She gone throw it back
Big 45 with a stick lil shawty holding that
She gone roll that gas
I make her count up & fold up my racks then I'm smacking her ass
All I see is cash
If I really want it I cop it, I don't even look at the tag
I keep a Glock in the bag
Bro got a new XD & it came with a 30 round mag

Yeah everything changed when I hopped off of the porch
I be wit the Hunchos stepping all white force
Yeah niggas changed up on me seen it coming let it take it's course
I been having dreams of pulling up on gang in all white Porsche
That fit on me be dripping & that power on the kid of course
Guapo standing on it landed on it I done been through worse
I been certified i'm off that Chad it hit me back to back
These lil nigga think they fucking with me but these niggas wack

If you say that's what it is, don't gotta say that shit again
If you say we gang, then we gang you know i'm sliding for my man's
R.I.P. my nigga G, been did this shit before the trend
Cartier all on the frames so you ain't seeing through my lens
XD with beam & the stock clip only hold ten
Put a 30 in that bitch the infrared shine like a gem
14 Karats in the face, pendant weigh like 45 grams
I make enemies everyday cause the next man hate who I am

Bro got a new XD & it came with a 30 round mag
I been certified i'm off that Chad it hit me back to back
I make enemies everyday cause the next man hate who I am



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Writer(s): Timothy Cruz
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