NINETY8BABY - Counted me Out (feat. Matt2wavey)

It's your school shit
Poppin' all these tags, I just wanna spend a bag
As a youngin I just want it bad
Lookin' through my rear view thinkin' bout my past

Run it up, I just wanna bust down
Why the fuck they count me out now I'm up now don't know,
Thumping through these hundreds shawty wanna f*** now
Hop off the plane I Need that Za when I touch down

Hop off the plane I Need that Za when I touch down

Lesson after lesson, it done turned me into a man
Came up with a plan, fucked around and got some bands
Youngin' from the city, turned up I'm the man
' used to be a hot boy, then I got a fan
I just wanna spin fuckin' bag
I been needin' money, and I need it bad, huh
I put thirty-two in the mag, huh

Lil' bitch tryna match Louis Vuitton
Lil' bitch, I can really put you on
At the B&B, no phones
Dre copped a new watch, like two-tone

She said she wanna be with me, like all alone
She said she wanna be with me, fuck an ex-nigga
Bet he won't, come test nigga
Five-five-six, let it sit in your chest, nigga

Wavey gang, I be throwin' up the set nigga
Wavey gang, I be drippin' like a lot
She with me, I ain't blowin' up her spot
She a freak, gettin' nasty with the Top

I done got a bitch wet like mop
I done made a bitch shake earthquake
She ain't bae but I'm in it all day
Thinkin' bout the money, that cake

You just gotta put it in your face
Poppin all these tags, I just wanna spend the bag
As a youngin', I just want it bad
Lookin' through my rearview, thinkin' bout my past

Run it up, I just wanna bussdown
Why the fuck they count me out? Now I'm up now
Thumping thru these hundreds shawty wanna fuck now
Hop off the plane, I need that Za when I touch down

Hop off the plane, I need that Za when I touch down
Lesson after lesson, it done turned me to a man
Came up with a plan, fucked around and got some bands
Youngin' from the city, turned up , I'm the man

I used to be a hot boy, then I got a fan
Kickin game like Bruce Lee, Jackie Chan
My youngins toat sticks like a motherfuckin' band
And I don't tolerate disrespect, you know what I'm sayin'?

Turn it to the max, yeah
Hit her off that Yerky tat my name on that ass
I'll teach you a lil something , lil' baby come to class
I don't ball hog neither, I prefer to pass

Love me or love me not, I'ma get the cheese
I be goin' out of space, it be hard for you to reach me
It be hard to trust people sometimes, can you teach me?

John cena got me feelin' like these niggas can't see me
If you loyal then I got you forever
I'ma take it up a notch, another level
Me and 2Wavey , only gettin' better yea

Get a bag and get it gone, get it gone in a matter of seconds
Baby girl, I Love your body promise that it's a blessing
Poppin all these tags
I just wanna spend it bag
As a youngin', I just want it bad

Lookin' through my rearview, thinkin' bout my past
Run it up, I just wanna bust down
Why the fuck they count me out? Now I'm up now
Thumping thru these hundreds , shawty wanna fuck now

Hopped off the plane, I need a Za when I touch down
Hop out the plane, I need that za when I touch down
Lesson after lesson, it done turned me to a man
Came up with a plan, fucked around and got some bands

Youngin' from the city, turned up I'm the man
Used to be a hot boy, then I got a fan
Thanks for watching

Written by:
Matt Wavey, Dre Camps

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