Rico Cash - Countin Up

Yeah
Think I got this far from being stupid nigga
Think I got this far being a pussy
I had to let my nuts hang to the flo

Hid my dope under the dresser (I'm sorry momma)
My glizzy up under the mattress
I wish this was all just a movie
I wish I was just a lil actor
I put in that work with my tooley
I put in that work you couldn't even imagine
We clutch on them glocks and we serve wit a passion
Fucked up in the head you might think that im bragging

I was down bad in the bando with a snub nose
Young nigga ducking 5-0
Bomb on me I can serve you with my eyes closed
When the perkys run out serve you hydro
Serve that raw dog food to the white folks
Made a couple million dollars off iphone
Lost so many niggas my mind gone
When I see murk wish I had on a blindfold
We shoot at the opps yeah we step on the rivals
I got big in these streets Ima idol
They cash out for the pack on arrival
Sipping that drank hold that cup like a wino
Head first like a motherfucking Rhino
Sutff a whole hunnid in a motherfucking Tahoe
Make it look easy, I can talk slick I can talk real greasy
Paint like Picasso andale, pronto
I need it, I need it, I need all my nachos
You pussy you gato
I got shooters they come from Chicago
We'll turn yo bitch ass to a John Doe
I was geeked up fuckin at 5 hoe
Let her stuff a backwood gyro
Ain't never letting go of my kiltec
Never know when it might go down hoe

Nightmares of dead broke
Sleeping in the bando
Shine with the same gang we ain't have nothing we had hope
Shawty wanna suck my pain away
Ain never gone sell my soul
Gotta sack put up for the rainy days
I'll buss this shit down with the bros
Came for this shit like I left something
Gotta run to it can't run from it
Keep ya head up and ya gun on you
And if it go down gotta buss sumn
See where I'm from love get you head shots
I suggest that you trust no one
Fighting the case til the dead dock it
Then we go get us some mo money

Then we go get us some more paper
I showed all this love but I still got so mo haters
I got rich as a bitch but I'll still serve a 4way
Seen niggas get caught and start singing like the O'Jays
Lil messy ass bitch in my business like a old lady
Got curved back then so you still a shady
Won't let her suck on it so now she gone spray me
When you speak on a thug bitch say I'm the greatest
I was locked up in the clank with the killers and rapists
And shanks up to here look like straight off of Jason I had roaches and rats in my cell everyday yeah
Triple bed bottom bunk yeah call it the basement
I ain't turn into no muslim and didn't start banging
2 bids later can't deny ima gangsta
Can't deny I'm real gotta mention that baby
Came home dead broke got it straight out the pavement
Li bro did what he did what they could best believe I ain't waiting
I let Morgan watch me make 100k in amazement
In the hole I was sitting back plotting being patient
Slap a nigga so hard he forgot he was caged in
I tie the bitch up he was playing with my paper
I'm straight off the island the home of gators
Ain gone lie I had one situation like 20 on 1
Ain motherfucking crazy
I done that shit don't judge this shit
Running these streets I love this shit
Put a whole lotta sweat and blood in this shit
Whole lotta you don't want this shit
Lemme pop my shit

I was geeked up fuckin at 5 hoe
Let her stuff a backwood gyro
Ain't never letting go of my kiltec
Never know when it might go down hoe

Nightmares of dead broke
Sleeping in the bando
Shine with the same gang we ain't have nothing we had hope
Shawty wanna suck my pain away
Ain never gone sell my soul
Gotta sack put up for the rainy days
I'll buss this shit down with the bros
Came for this shit like I left something
Gotta run to it can't run from it
Keep ya head up and ya gun on you
And if it go down gotta buss sumn
See where I'm from love get you head shots
I suggest that you trust no one
Fighting the case til the dead dock it
Then we go get us some mo money

Written by:
Antonio Morris

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