I Lost Count
Yeah, we get it jumpin', I got her bouncin
Smokin' on pressure, breakin down ounces
Count my own money, don't need a accountant
My thumbs get to thumbin, that's how I count it
I lost count, but I'm not startin' over
Had to get clean, had the dust off my shoulder
Hate bein' sober, son'in these niggas jit get in the stroller
Pull up, pull off, no pullin' over
Huh, what'd you say
This Hoe talkin' bout some Fashion Nova
Fuck that shit, Gave that hoe the cold shoulder
It's crunch time, yeah, granola
I'm high, I'm flyin', yeah, I'm all over
Don't ask me what I put in my soda
I got them meds, I'm sick, Ebola
Bad Latina, got me like hola
She wanna explore me, I called her Dora
Pour up until I threw up
Poppin' out, they ain't expect me to show up
Boom!, blow up
Yeah, I'm pickin' the score up
Huh, nah, I don't give no fuck
You ain't put in, nah, you can't get no cup
Kickin' it with these hoes, feel like Messi
Nice lil' bitch, but at night she get messy
Suckin' them titties, yeah, she bout to breastfeed
I'm lost, I'm gone, I'm smokin' the best weed
I got some bags that's comin' in next week
ABCD, jit do not test me
My brother be snipin', so we called him Wesley
I ain't no button, don't think you can press me
I-95, we doin' the jet speed
Glock on my side, yeah, that my bestie
Yeah, that's my best friend
Best keep it cool or I'll pull out the FN
Mr. Miyagi, I'm givin' out lessons
Don't do karate, you thought it was tekken
Hop in my lane, you gon' come to a dead end
Deep in the streets, you just got your leg in
My pockets eatin', it's goin' for seconds
Yeah, we get it jumpin', I got her bouncin
Smokin' on pressure, breakin down ounces
Count my own money, don't need a accountant
My thumbs get to thumbin, that's how I count it
I lost count, but I'm not startin' over
Had to get clean, had the dust off my shoulder
Hate bein' sober, son'in these niggas jit get in the stroller
Pull up, pull off, no pullin' over
Huh, what'd you say
This Hoe talkin' bout some Fashion Nova
Fuck that shit, Gave that hoe the cold shoulder
It's crunch time, yeah, granola
I'm high, I'm flyin', yeah, I'm all over
Don't ask me what I put in my soda
I got them meds, I'm sick, Ebola
Smokin' on pressure, breakin down ounces
Count my own money, don't need a accountant
My thumbs get to thumbin, that's how I count it
I lost count, but I'm not startin' over
Had to get clean, had the dust off my shoulder
Hate bein' sober, son'in these niggas jit get in the stroller
Pull up, pull off, no pullin' over
Huh, what'd you say
This Hoe talkin' bout some Fashion Nova
Fuck that shit, Gave that hoe the cold shoulder
It's crunch time, yeah, granola
I'm high, I'm flyin', yeah, I'm all over
Don't ask me what I put in my soda
I got them meds, I'm sick, Ebola
Bad Latina, got me like hola
She wanna explore me, I called her Dora
Pour up until I threw up
Poppin' out, they ain't expect me to show up
Boom!, blow up
Yeah, I'm pickin' the score up
Huh, nah, I don't give no fuck
You ain't put in, nah, you can't get no cup
Kickin' it with these hoes, feel like Messi
Nice lil' bitch, but at night she get messy
Suckin' them titties, yeah, she bout to breastfeed
I'm lost, I'm gone, I'm smokin' the best weed
I got some bags that's comin' in next week
ABCD, jit do not test me
My brother be snipin', so we called him Wesley
I ain't no button, don't think you can press me
I-95, we doin' the jet speed
Glock on my side, yeah, that my bestie
Yeah, that's my best friend
Best keep it cool or I'll pull out the FN
Mr. Miyagi, I'm givin' out lessons
Don't do karate, you thought it was tekken
Hop in my lane, you gon' come to a dead end
Deep in the streets, you just got your leg in
My pockets eatin', it's goin' for seconds
Yeah, we get it jumpin', I got her bouncin
Smokin' on pressure, breakin down ounces
Count my own money, don't need a accountant
My thumbs get to thumbin, that's how I count it
I lost count, but I'm not startin' over
Had to get clean, had the dust off my shoulder
Hate bein' sober, son'in these niggas jit get in the stroller
Pull up, pull off, no pullin' over
Huh, what'd you say
This Hoe talkin' bout some Fashion Nova
Fuck that shit, Gave that hoe the cold shoulder
It's crunch time, yeah, granola
I'm high, I'm flyin', yeah, I'm all over
Don't ask me what I put in my soda
I got them meds, I'm sick, Ebola
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Writer(s): Pedro Cartwright
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