4th Qtr. Seven - Count Up (feat. Triple D Yungin’)

Pop that pussy for a Nigga like I'm uncle Luke
I Be onnat Gas, I feel like Uncle Snoop
I Be on they ass and you know that I'm the truth
And I spit that woof
When I'm in the Booth
And you smoking Boo-fiyah
Tell me who flyer
Diggin in ya Boo passion fruit, that pussy papaya
I go De La Hoya in it with that Oscar Meyer
I'm Out that Zoo crew, Nigga we come through the wire
You know the name Ho
It's still the same, no piece and chain
But this Bottom Eight get yo ho wet without the rain
I feel like 50, I wouldn't sound the same without the strain
She in her Vicky's now, Beggin me to ease her pain
I Smoke straight out the pack, I'm rolling up that diesel strain
I keep the coldest cup, Pour up until I freeze my Brain
Yeah I'm from Texas I pour mud innat 2 liter Drank
Won't do no plexin witcha Bitch, I keep that Heater thang

One, Never leave the house without my mother fucking gun
Two, Never let no nigga play with me, I ain't the one
Three, Don't run from no Beef
Four, Don't forget Bout where you from
Five, Take it one day at a time, something good'll come
Six, Never put my paper to the side over no Bitch
Score a Seven from the plug just to get my mind Blitzed
Twist a Eighth, fix my cup, and go get in the mix
I swear to God ima keep that Nine and stand on all Ten

Wake up and go get the paper, Got greenery by the acre
We dripping in different flavors, Nine singing Anita Baker
Big bosses sit at my table, Dime pieces sit in my stable
I do it for all my haters, I do it because I'm able
Get money fuck yo permission, Grind Greedy run up them digits
Lieutenant fuck yo position, Prolific just like I'm Nipsey
Grind Greedy this shit big Bidnezz, We got it up out the trenches
Just listen and pay attention, Ready to die just like I'm Biggie
Makaveli feeling like Pac, Mac 11 came with the stock
Too dope fresh out da pot, No sleep fresh Off the block
GMN you play get popped, F&N take off his top
Giving facials and watch em drop, And I'm blazing straight to the top
Get money that's by the knot, Extensions that's by the Glock
I'm hot and these NIGGAZ not, Pop out on these niggas block
Shake sum and go get it hot, The first 48 finna drop
Shake sum and go get it hot, The first 48 finna drop, Bitch

One, Never leave the house without my mother fucking gun
Two, Never let no nigga play with me, I ain't the one
Three, Don't run from no Beef
Four, Don't forget Bout where you from
Five, Take it one day at a time, something good'll come
Six, Never put my paper to the side over no Bitch
Score a Seven from the plug to get my mind Blitzed
Twist a Eighth, fix my cup, and go get in the mix
I swear to God ima keep that Nine and stand on all Ten

Written by:
Larance Ward

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