Truble T DaGator - Count It Up

Chea chea Mob Mob Mob ni**a
Yea you know what I'm talkin bout meet me around the back
Meet me around the corner ni**a I got you
Don't even trip
Pull up to the spot ni**a come by yourself ni**a
You already know how we rockin' ni**a
Mob
OFDAMOB Chea

Hook:
Trap back jumpin got the block bumpin' mail man coming ain't no gettin' fronted/Chea you know we count it up chea you know we count it up

Trap back jumpin got the block bumpin' mail man coming ain't no gettin' fronted/Chea you know we count it up chea you know we count it up

Verse 1:
Trap back jumpin money hungry up to something every summer Mob summer mu*****/Sellin reefer selling features more stripes than Adidas got them heaters for the winter mu*****

I ain't never seen a drought ho I know too many bosses/I'ma keep it G though I took a lot of losses

Bounce back like a merecat never stand still/Automatic weapons leave your body in a landfill

I'm a on go type of ni**a show type of ni**a/You a talk about it never do it ho type of ni**a

And that's a God damn shame I don't wanna talk about a God damn thang/Unless you bout to help me move this God damn cane

Cause' I'm about to hit it with this God damn flame/Mob servin' if it's snowing or God damn rain ni**a try to rob blow his God damn brain bang

Hook:
Trap back jumpin got the block bumpin' mail man coming ain't no gettin' fronted/Chea you know we count it up chea you know we count it up

Trap back jumpin got the block bumpin' mail man coming ain't no gettin' fronted/Chea you know we count it up chea you know we count it up

Verse 2:
Glidin' through the city with the beat down low bumpin Moneybagg Yo with a duffle bag of dough/And a half of brick of candy these ni**az can't stand me

Pussy by the pound bad bi**** buy the xannies/Convoy pull up to the spot like which whip he in

Killers on the corner every block they gone do you in/Movin' militant you know how I do catch me sippin on some lean in the home of the screw

Drop 30 K on a donk yea I bet you won't make 50 K on a song no I bet you don't/And I'm the God damn truth

Street ni**a flex in a God damn suit million dollar man in the God damn booth/Makin' niggaz mad like it's God damn roots

Hands to yourself fo' I God damn shoot/Trapper of the year b**** I got the God damn juice booth

Hook:
Trap back jumpin got the block bumpin' mail man coming ain't no gettin' fronted/Chea you know we count it up chea you know we count it up

Trap back jumpin got the block bumpin' mail man coming ain't no gettin' fronted/Chea you know we count it up chea you know we count it up

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