COUNTIN ft. 16Wockhardt Lyrics

First thing first H-town big tipper (Big H)

Double cup slo mo fuckin up my liver

Cold heart nigga when I'm near make you

Shiver

He can get a bag bitch I can get it quicker (Facts)

This ain't no pretend imma real ass nigga (Real)

Fuck the bitch from the back now she think she getting thicker

How you call yaself a killer nigga you ain't pull the trigger

Nigga I ain't Kodak but I swea I'm bout my skrilla

I say that we wit it

My niggas go get it

Vante UPS you want it I'll ship it

Dem niggas be sleeping my visions be vivid

I'm pushin dat whip nigga fingerfuck a ticket (Skrrt skrrt skrrt skrrt)

Can't get to close cause these niggas gone envy

I ain't neva been a bitch niggas knowing that's in me

I done gave a nigga stitches cause he kept on fuckin wit me

These bitches ain't loyal they be acting friendly from city to city

Real ones they take the most L's

When you hop in whip you get turnt off the smell

We not seeing da pen what the fuck is a jail

Stop speaking on shit you gone leave them a trail

Pockets to swole overload call it Rick Ross

Actin like she grown but she not bitch get loss

Swiping my shit I ain't worried what the shit cost

When you see the way I'm moving you can tell imma big boss (Wooo)

I got my game from da trap (Trap)

Hang wit no lames that's a fact (Fact)

Glock 40 make nigga back (Track)

Smoking on (Shhhh) can't pass dat (Nooo)

Came from the mud not showing no love (Woooo)

My nigga bag back (Back up)

Vante where the fuck you at (Huh)

Rollin backs in da back countin racks (Racks go)

Back again wouldn't think that a nigga went missing (No)

Imma grab her by the throat while I play with her kitten (Freak)

Man you say you really wit it nigga quit all that bitchin (Quit)

I might take ya bitch and fuck her that's the way that I'm living (I don't care bout shit)

I be trying to keep it cool nigga really be chillin

They don't even know about vante nigga really a villain

Light one take off bitch I'm passing the ceiling (Bye bye)

Only care about the money give a fuck bout your feelings

Gave her dick one time she crazy (Damn)

Niggas hate all the time don't phase me (Hell nah)

On da grind nigga H-town made me (H-town)

All black whip highway 180 (Skrrt) (Skrrt)

Drop another song I been on one lately

Pull up in a Hyundai leave in a Mercedes

Put it in they face I know these niggas gone hate me

I be damned if a fuck nigga ever try to play me (Fuck ya)

I got my game from the trap (Trap)

Hang wit no lames that's a fact (Fact)

Glock 40 make nigga back (Track)

Smoking on (Shhhh) can't pass that (Nooo)

Came from the mud not showing no love (Woooo)

My nigga bag back (Back up)

Vante where the fuck you at (Where huh)

Rollin backs in the back countin racks (Racks go)

(Hold on)

You wanna feature from wock that's on god on my son

You gone have to come drop me a dub

Clean den a bitch

Bought a stick wit a fit from my hat to my shoe bitch I'm matching my guns

Two tone Glock 19 and it's matching my Guccis

My bitch independent I'm feeling like boosie

I hit his block wit a chop make it sing like it's Toosii (He dropped)

A diss on a Monday he dead by Tuesday on god

Ain't catchin fish but I stay wit a rod

She ate the dick like it's corn on the cob

You need to quit rappin and go get a job

And these diamonds be water like I turn on the knob

I turn on the knob and you know it stay drippy

I come from da H gotta bitch Mississippi

I laced up my shoes cause a hoe steady trippin

Had to go make a play I'll be home in a min

When I pull out dat bag you can tell dat I'm winning

We don't gotta say shit nigga we just start spinning

It's Vante and wock going to the Ninth inning (Hold on)

Po a drop in my pop yea that shit got me finished

Po a drop in my pop yea this shit got me leanin

They think I got none but I swear I got plenty

Yo hoe ain't my hoe what's a dollar to a penny

Vante and wock yea da beat getting finished