
Count Up YNG TR!SS
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[Intro]
Like (Smoking gas)
I-I stay making bangers, bro
And that's facts (Posted with them shooters and they, uh)
And you can't, argue with that (I can't even count up all the, uh)
Like
Straight up
[Chorus]
I can't even count up all the bangers that I made (Yeah)
Posted with them shooters, and they ain't never afraid (Posted)
Pull up on the block, and you know that we finna spray (Spray that shit)
Wait, I rock with shooters, Steph and Clay (Ay, yeah)
I can't even count up all the bangers that I made (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Posted with them shooters, and they ain't nevеr afraid (Yeah, yeah, posted)
Pull up on thе block, and you know that we finna spray (Spray that shit)
Wait, I rock with shooters, Steph and Clay (Ay, yeah)
[Verse 1:]
I can't stop making hits, (I can't stop)
Pull up, know I'm with the shits (Pull up)
Serving fiends, getting rich (Serve)
Hop on the track, kill this shit (Yuh heard?)
Headed up, pyramids, (Up)
Yeah Giza (Yeah, yeah)
My songs getting 'round (Yeah)
Like pizza
Getting all the money, I'ma count up (Count 'em up)
Money spread out all over the counter (Spread it out)
I'ma get up, you a Debbie Downer (Get 'em out)
You lost your bitch, but I just went and found her (I get her now)
Like (Smoking gas)
I-I stay making bangers, bro
And that's facts (Posted with them shooters and they, uh)
And you can't, argue with that (I can't even count up all the, uh)
Like
Straight up
[Chorus]
I can't even count up all the bangers that I made (Yeah)
Posted with them shooters, and they ain't never afraid (Posted)
Pull up on the block, and you know that we finna spray (Spray that shit)
Wait, I rock with shooters, Steph and Clay (Ay, yeah)
I can't even count up all the bangers that I made (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Posted with them shooters, and they ain't nevеr afraid (Yeah, yeah, posted)
Pull up on thе block, and you know that we finna spray (Spray that shit)
Wait, I rock with shooters, Steph and Clay (Ay, yeah)
[Verse 1:]
I can't stop making hits, (I can't stop)
Pull up, know I'm with the shits (Pull up)
Serving fiends, getting rich (Serve)
Hop on the track, kill this shit (Yuh heard?)
Headed up, pyramids, (Up)
Yeah Giza (Yeah, yeah)
My songs getting 'round (Yeah)
Like pizza
Getting all the money, I'ma count up (Count 'em up)
Money spread out all over the counter (Spread it out)
I'ma get up, you a Debbie Downer (Get 'em out)
You lost your bitch, but I just went and found her (I get her now)
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