Bz Van Go - Count Me Out

They was tryna count me out
They was tryna count me out
They was tryin count me out
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They was tryna count me out
Till they seen the money I count
Now they wanna come around
Now
Now they wanna come around
Now
Niggas can't count me out
Imma take mine get some money
Out ya
How you tryna come around Now
How you tryna come around Now
What is this fake love bout
Why you got ya hands all out
Now dey wanna come around
Now
Now they wanna come around
Now
I was fucked up I was down
You was nowhere to be found
How you tryna come around Now
How you tryna come around Now
What goes round comes round
I showed you nothin but love
Look how all that turned round
Why u betrayin my trust
Prolly why I ain't got no trust
Prolly why I ain't been showin
No love
Prolly why I don't fuck wit Nobody
You know I gotta sleep with it Tucked
Won't see my head to the Ground
No matter what I look up
You kno I'm full speed to the Bucks
Nigga don't get left in the dust
I done lost it all and got it back
So many times while on this road
While you sittin on the same Couch
Scared to get out here and reach Goals
They not comparing to us
Up on my grizzy
While you hit the snooze
My faith in god I had to put trust
It ain't no quitting so how can I Loose
Don't try and act like you walked In my shoes
Repenting for the forsaken
I use to get charged for shit I ain't
Do
Last ten years dodging them Prob violations
They was tryna count me out
Till they seen the money I count
Now they wanna come around
Now
Now they wanna come around
Now
Niggas can't count me out
Imma take mine get some money
Out ya
How ya tryna come around now
How ya tryna come around now
What is this fake love bout
Why you got ya hands all out
Now they wanna come around Now
Now they wanna come around Now
I was fucked up I was down
You was nowhere to be found
How ya tryna come around now
How ya tryna come around now
Eyes like bruce lee
You don't talk guap you loose me
Sippin on duce
Paper on me got loose leaf
Don't try and take mine
Nina on waistline
Gucci my waistline
Shawty tryna facetime
I got her ass up
Fuckin her face down
Shawty gon buss sumtin
She is not playin round
Backwoods when I ride round
I don't wanna hang wit you Clowns
That's my words my nouns
Smokin this thrax out the pound
On two phones same time
Got em blowin up both lines
Hustle like seven eight jobs
Roll the dice had to face odds
I been juggin all damn week
I fucked up my balenciagas
Run up a check need mo mileage
Remember they tried to count Out us
They was tryna count me out
Till they seen the money I count
Now they wanna come around
Now
Now they wanna come around
Now
Niggas can't count me out
Imma take mine get some money
Out ya
How ya tryna come around now
How ya tryna come around now
What is this fake love bout
Why you got ya hands all out
Now they wanna come around Now
Now they wanna come around Now
I was fucked up I was down
You was nowhere to be found
How ya tryna come around now
How ya tryna come around now

Written by:
BRANDON HAWKINS

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