Counting up Lyrics

Yeah, I love when that bag touchdown it turn me up

Like how the fuck can these niggas count me out im countin' up

He waitin' for a handout, man these niggas still stuck

That boy ain't never seen no dub, he ain't made no real bucks

All hustle, no luck, I done ran out of love

Give that boy the whole clip, I done ran out of slugs

I can't give a nigga shit, I done ran out of crumbs

Niggas talked that gangsta shit ain't never ran down on nun

I see these lame niggas out, never see them at the bank

I finna pull a 20 out, I'm in the lot with LA

Ain't gotta give this hoe no game, she gon' put it in my face

My cousin died, felt like nothing was the same, I ride with Drake

And we don't buy that cheap shit, hollow tips in the Kay

And I can't fuck no weak bitch, this say Dior on my shades

They keep askin' what I want, I told that bitch I want her chase

Niggas ain't got no emotion, man these niggas in the way

I'm lookin' for a fire, bin I need a Mill in a day

Yeah, I need that meal like I ain't ate

I do my own dirt, lil' nigga fuck a case

I see them red and blue lights, I do race

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