Counting

Traphouse Mob
Luca on the track
Ah
Nigga, I’m countin' these bands, you niggas ain’t countin' up shit (Bands,
bands)
You was just doubtin' the man, now you see me and I’m rich (Aw man)
She give me top with no hands, I told the bitch do a split (Dance, dance)
I walk around with a fan, no, I don’t need no assist
What do you not understand? I won’t leave my crib 'less I got a stick (Uh)
We got this shit out the sand, if you fuck the plans up, you gettin' hit
I’m always countin' these bands, these blue rubber bands, you though I was Crip
I told her I do not bang, but she can get banged, so I make her strip (Strip)
I was missin', I got a new red dot (Got 'em)
You actin' bulletproof, nigga, like you cannot get shot (Rob 'em)
Nigga gon' talk up a storm then he meet my dead opps (By, bye)
Treat 'em lik my new releases, nigga, you get dropped
Erase me
Go to my haters and face me
I was with Mary and Stacy
She off of Mary, she spacey
That’s not my Mary, it’s basic
Everyday we on the same shit
We get money, the money we came with
If you snitchin', then you get the face lift
I had a bankroll at 19, I was countin'
You never been on no payroll
You don’t get bread, you ain’t 'bout it (Uh)
So stop actin' like you 'bout it
Pull up, we bringin' the chops out
You get knocked out if you doubtin'
Nigga, I’m countin' these bands, you niggas ain’t countin' up shit (Bands,
bands)
You was just doubtin' the man, now you see me and I’m rich (Aw man)
She give me top with no hands, I told the bitch do a split (Dance, dance)
I walk around with a fan, no, I don’t need no assist
What do you not understand? I won’t leave my crib 'less I got a stick (Uh)
We got this shit out the sand, if you fuck the plans up, you gettin' hit
I’m always countin' these bands, these blue rubber bands, you though I was Crip
I told her I do not bang, but she can get banged, so I make her strip (Strip)
I make her strip
I told her I do not bang, but she can get banged, so I make her strip
I told her you cannot stay, she want a big B, so I call a Lyft