Ranked Lyrics

Count it up, you know the rest

We count up the racks and then spend that

I just pulled up where your bitch at?

Yeah, he get smoked like a Zig Zag

I got on designer It's mixed-matched

I don't wanna talk nigga miss that

I got the chop I'll fire I'll

end that

Yeah

Left them niggas in the rearview

Yeah little bitch what's that?

I'm so slime I need a tissue

Got too much ice i'm wet!

Yeah, I got the ice it's just like a igloo

I'll up with the shot and I wet it!

No, we not the same I do not fear you

You know Snotty rock out he go rave

He don't got no money?

Tell that boy "don't talk to me"

Double SC

Yeah, I got that shit right on my chain

These niggas pussy

Yeah, I swear they trying to copy the wave

Say no more

I got the racks I want more

They fuck with Little Snotty for sure

Then that chop hit at his body he gone

I'm in the trap with Little Queso it bunks

I just got the ball and nigga I dunk

I just rolled the XO blowing on runtz

Reach for my chain, My nigga are you dumb?

Bitch I am never last I'm the one

I swear I don't bother nobody

We was too geeked up in the trap one night

I was still posted up with that shot-tie

I told my nigga "want that big body Benz"

I'll pull that bitch off of the Lottie

I got the mother fucking ball in my hand

I'm going to dunk on a nigga like Scottie

I do it best

Who do it better than this?

Niggas they know I'm the best

I can't see no one better than this

We count it up, you hold the rest

Then we hit the mall and we

spend

Lil' nigga why you got on vests?

Cause we aiming straight for the head

I told them "just look in my eyes"

Real big diamonds my shit to nice

No I can not miss this flight

I swear i'm high as a kite

Walk in this bitch with a check

Big stones got your bitch wet

I can't take that

I got big checks

Yeah I'm try hard, bitch I'm Big Sweat

Watch me dance on your bitch like i'm Keith Sweat

Rick Owen drip bitch I can't get my feet wet

You think that little bitch bad, but she decent

Talking that shit?

Get your whole team wet

I got an automatic I'll blast it at him

They know I'm having exotic I'm not passing him

I'm with the gang, we'll shoot out the roof

I'm off that shit, got Za in the booth

Nigga run up go try and you lose

That shit was trash I'm not trying to snooze

Look for your bitch, got to find the goose

Hide in your bushes, then fire at your crew

Yeah

I got on designer It's new

Teaching these niggas no school

No I aint worried about you

Just trying to count up blue's