Blxck Kxng - Count

Now what you talkin' bout me for
We know
You be jaw jackin' in the streets though
We don’t
Fuck with yo side
Ion’t think so
Me bro
Down to shoot a nigga like a free throw
Better keep ya mouth closed bout me hoe
Better keep ya mouth closed bout me hoe
Me bro
Down to shoot a nigga like a free throw
Ay, don’t be talkin' bout me bro
My people
Tell me what it read for
Me folk
Standing on the block throwin' threes though
We don’t
Fuck with no opps or police though
Thought he had me lackin'
'Til he seen what I reached for
Boy best quit the actin
I react, fuck a mean mo
G I had the baddest bitch
Fiending for a repost
Could you just imagine what she’d do to get wit me though
Anything I ask and she obey
Like I'm her master
I masterminded a plan
You niggas after the cards outta my hand
It ain’t no fakin' this heat
Boy you a fan
Everything you release
Straight to the can
Now you back in the street
Hatin again
You want some drama wit' me
You better round up a team
And pray when they release
It don’t jam
Cuz when you fucking with king
We gon forget bout the peace
And know that imma at least
Cut off heads
And tell ya mama you better off dead
I ain’t playin' lil nigga
I said what I said
And won’t nobody check me
I’m bulletproof, yeah
Full of truth, yeah
Fuckin with squad
Let the curry loose, yeah
Peep a pretty bitch
She deserve the juice, yeah
Tell her throw that neck like a turkey do yeah
And call ya friend back just to slurp the crew Yeah lil bitch
Now what you talkin' bout me for
We know
You be jaw jackin' in the streets though
We don’t
Fuck with yo side
Ion’t think so
Me bro
Down to shoot a nigga like a free throw
Better keep ya mouth closed bout me hoe
Better keep ya mouth closed bout me hoe
Me bro
Down to shoot a nigga like a free throw
Ay, don’t be talkin' bout me bro
No equal
Could never make a sequel
Diggy wit a 40
That’s a Orange Beanie Siegel
Please don’t touch me shorty
Ion’t know where ya been bitch
Big shit poppin' off top
Traded out the truck for a drop
Gotta stack that paper don’t stop
Faded off of phases new drop
Swangin with a lay up don’t foul
I know my Cali bitch miss me now
She was tryna have a nigga child
She was tryna take a nigga down
All praise Inshallah I made it though, uhn
I might backslide for that mouth though, uhn
Talkin hella, fuckin up my count hoe, uhn
Hate a nigga cappin' for the clout though, yeah
Internet thuggin' but we all know
Ya lame in real life
You ain’t never got a stripe
Yeah I can see what you really bout bro, yeah
I just hit the plug for a 10 piece, yeah
I just left the club with a 10 piece, yeah
I can’t show love, heart empty, yeah
But I could make ya homegirls envy, yeah
Tell me do you wanna live this life hoe, huh
Tell me do you wanna shine this bright hoe huh
Then take my advice
Come and sign away ya life
But don’t you dare speak a word about the Price hoe
Yeah bitch
Now what you talkin' bout me for
We know
You be jaw jackin' in the streets though
We don’t
Fuck with yo side
Ion’t think so
Me bro
Down to shoot a nigga like a free throw
Better keep ya mouth closed bout me hoe
Better keep ya mouth closed bout me hoe
Me bro
Down to shoot a nigga like a free throw
Ay, don’t be talkin' bout me bro

Written by:
Adrian Hollins

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