Five2Five Stretch Da 9, JD.Finesse, Mase the Demon - Count Up

I count up them racks
And I keep it a stack
I count up them racks
And I keep it a stack
She riding me slow
While I beat out her back
That’s all that she knows
When it come to them racks
My niggas on go
We get to the bag
We walking with cases
These bitches is bad
She poppin a pill
We dance in the matrix
She liking my flow
The way that I speak
She just wanna taste me
Got it out the mud
You nigga that hate
You can not erase me
I8 on the road
We race to the band
We on to the goals
Like mission complete
I’m doing my dance
2019
MBH the gang
We bringing the heat
The money the band
Fly out to japan
Skrrt in the lam
I’m falling asleep
The can Neva jam
Mazi or Benz
Purp in my cup
Peanut butter the seat
Woah woah. wait a minute
You keep it a buck
I keep it 10 thou (10K)
Hear you talkin crazy
That shit goin blowe
I ride with the Gang
You look like a stain
My arm on the hammer
Now it’s goin down
Ain’t no use in playin
Cuz I can’t be tamed
J.D Wentworth
My money I need it now
I done pushed the plat
Did it for the Gold
I Found a new lane
Cuz that life getting Old
Now we doin shows
And we on the road
Damn I was a poet
I ain’t even know
We got Strech da 9
We got fuckin Mase
Time JD
You know that we winnin the race
Shoutout RBG
Shoutout MBH
We throwin the Woo
And we droppin the Rakes
I ride for my guys
No matter the stakes
We never fold
Never bend
No Never break
We handle the Opps
While duckin the jakes
And Get to the bag
Do whatever it takes
Yeaaa
We Get to the bag
Do whatever it takes
I count up them racks
And I keep it a stack
I count up them racks
And I keep it a stack
She riding me slow
While I beat out her back
That’s all that she knows
When it come to them racks
We flip out the pack
We dish it out fast
My niggas aint basic
I grind every day
For them cripsy
Blue hunnits all in my face
Try to run down, get snipped from the gang
Automatic, I send shots at ya brain
Im All in ya dreams, got u runnin beggin coppin the plede
Open ya eyes, u gone see how i be
Yea yea
You gone see how i be
Stop actin tuff, u get caught from the heat
Livin life dangerous, im the king of the streets
Perk in my system
Ima flock at ya bean
Yea yea
Ima flock at ya bean
Got u hidin, layin low from the king
Nigga im coming to lay u sleep
Im laying u down and im takin ya breesh
Woo walk lencias all on my feet
Bang bang niggas say im a tweek
Off the henny now watch how i geek
Woo back bitches all on they knees
Yea yea
Bitches all on they knees
Woo back bitches all on they knees
I count up them racks
And I keep it a stack
I count up them racks
And I keep it a stack
She riding me slow
While I beat out her back
That’s all that she knows
When it come to them racks
I’m back in this place
Sliding with gang
And we doing race
Free all my niggas
We beating the case
I’m move with the lions
And bang with the apes
Yeah yeah
I bang with the apes
Niggas run down get sliced in ya face
You know ima ride
For my mafuckin gang
Switch it up
Back to flipping the pack
Spendin the sack and
I’m makin it back
Nigga you stupid
I know where you at
Jd gone blast
He comin for pain
Rollin em up
Got me high like a plane
Demon intl jewerly all in frames
Yea yea
Jewerly all in my frames
Stretch Da 9
JD.Finesse
And its fuckin Mase nigga

Written by:
Darrius Nichols, Jason Dorsainvil, Mason Arnold

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