Countin' ft. Don Q Lyrics
- Genre:Soul
- Year of Release:2021
Lyrics
I got a bitch on the side I fucked her raw and now she thinks she mine
I keep a gun I don't hide Niggas moving like they might be allergic
To outside I was on the block in the cold
Cook em like a pot Put his top on the stove
Scamming a lot on the road Countin' checks, Countin' blues and Countin' pros
Paying the plug with the green Keepin' hundreds and
Fifty's all in my jeans Came in with a gun in my threes
I ain't jordan but you know I'm shooting for my team
And you know I shoot for the set R.I.P. hicc, ever since
I've been pouring out Moët
Hit your block, lput your face on the doormat
Sent the blitz just waiting for the call back
Pitching bricks since aim n sconex
They still in drip but can't take the format
Facts
You know I came with the yzzz Sticking like glu won't never drop a dime
Do it for the beast in the sky I'm shooting for the one
You know I'm killing for the 9 And I cannot tell on my guys
If I tell them anything, I'd tell them lies
Niggas keep switching they sides
Bullet to his head, that's how the niggas die
Shoot that nigga face off his phone
The cops took my 80 now a Nigga gotta keep the chrome
I'm a nigga that keep it on Cause I know these niggas wanna see me gone
I got a bitch on the side I fucked her raw and now She thinks she mine
I keep a gun I don't hide, niggas move it like they might be allergic to outside
I was on the block in the cold
Cooked him like a pot, put his top on the stove
Scamming a lot on the road Count chicks, count Blues and count pros
I got a bitch on the side I fucked her raw and now she thinks she mine
I keep a gun I don't hide
Niggas move it like they might be allergic to outside
I was on the block in the cold
Cooked him like a pot, put his top on the stove
Scamming a lot on the road
Count chicks, count blues and count pros
I call up loc, he gon' slide He turn your Into stripped to the 4th of July
When he do a hit, he perform with a nine
But niggas be snitchin', reportin' the crime
I got some niggas upstate still callin' my line
He said he got offered a dime
My Muslim got caught with a shank
But they crossin' the line
Some niggas just offered them swine
You know that's haram
I ride with the rocket, so don't get alarmed
It fit in my pocket, but blow like a bomb
I pass it like Stockton and he roll like
Malone You know I ain't hiding and
I roll with the cons
My white boy that live in the West be sendin' me pictures
As soon as it grow on the front Bag full of grass like I'm mowin' a lawn
Got passion tats that I wrote on my arm
I got a bitch on the side I'm fuckin' raw, now she think she mine
I keep the gun I don't hide
Niggas movin' like they might be allergic
To outside I was on the block in the cold
Cook him like a pot, put his top on the stove Scamin' a lot on the road
Count checks, count blues, and count pros I got a bitch on the side
I'm fuckin' raw now she think she mine I keep the Gun I don't hide
Niggas movin' like they might be allergic to outside
I was on the block in the cold Cook him like a pot, put his top on the stove
Scamming a lot on the road
Count checks, count blues and count pros