50's & Hunnits

I'm wit my cousins smokin' bubba kush out Alabama
Them folks got me on probation I can't tote the hamma
I said fuck that shit let's thug it, my bro got the cannon
You run up and he blammin', thirty or better bitch no standard
That girl tryna fuck with me but she not up to standard
Spring break went to link up with my bitch out in Atlanta
I have them bitches runnin 4x4 to show they talent
I could give a fuck about her but her head was astounding
They ask me what you countin?

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They tryn' catch me in they photo, I shoulda gone pro
Put the sports down I'm chasing green like a lawnmower
Don't call me your man lil' nigga you is unknown
Kush smoke in my lungs ho I need a water pronto
Put my trust in blue faces, who are you baby?
Look me in my eyes and you better tell the truth baby
And I'm feeling woozy, seeing two faces
Azul this ain't Kool-aid, hold what did you say?

They ask me what you countin?

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Since Ion really fuck with niggas it might look like I'm racist
I'm ten toes with the same niggas and we ain't trading places
Its just me and the bang bros, ain't sharing bankrolls
I can't do no dirt no more I'm waiting for my case close
I said fuck that shit lets thug it aye, aye
Bro said the sticky hold a hunnid, we rock out, that nigga drummin
I fuck wit bitches out in London, we touch down I'm eating crumpets
Niggas get around like Tupac and it ain't no way around it

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Writer(s): K. Williams
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