Kyenn, heartstopmiami, eliisntdead - ​countmein lyrics

[Kyenn, heartstopmiami, eliisntdead - ​countmein lyrics]

Failsafe
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah sillyworld
T T Team Zero

Okay, count me in that nigga fake like ONN
Britney don't talk but, I show my hands
I done climbed to the top
I can't feel my hands
Boy, who you fooling, you want my bands
If I come to collect, I pull up in a Benz
I'm on the scene and I'm making demands
I told that fuck nigga to count me in

Yeah, yeah, I'm in the corner
I'm servin' the feens
I could throw out a bitch that
You treat like a queen
I feel so sick from pouring up lean
What the fuck is he talking 'bout
Better not be me
They wanna fuck with mе, I see
Ain't gon' change l'il bitch, I be how I be
Why you wanna pull up
Bеtter bring your own weed
If they wanna fuck around
I bring out the beam
Collect a check then I hop in the foreign car
Get the fuck outta here what is we doin', uh
I'm swiping cards like UNO
I'm on Mars, no Bruno
Where the fuck he stay at who knows
Bitch, I got so many choppas, I shoot those
I stay on the motherfucking
Block with the crew, bro
I'm in the motherfucking function with 2 hoes

Okay, count me in that nigga fake like ONN
Britney don't talk but, I show my hands
I done climbed to the top
I can't feel my hands
Boy, who you fooling, you want my bands
If I come to collect, I pull up in a Benz
I'm on the scene and I'm making demands
I told that fuck nigga to count me in

I'm in the back and I'm bagging up packages
I'm with my tribe like I
Just came from Natchitoches
I keep my glizzy right under my mattresses
She don't drink soda so that pussy fabulous
He said I wouldn’t make it, but, fuck it
I did anyway bitch, I'm the talk
Don't like my music, fuck you, my shit bop
That boy a crack head, addicted to rocks
Rock, shabba, rocks
I'm already up whole up, wait
Let's count these numbers up
Talking all this shit about my gang
I'ma blow it up
Clip not plutonic, this shit bang
Bitch, it's going up, bitch, we going up

Okay, count me in that nigga fake like ONN
Britney don't talk but, I show my hands
I done climbed to the top
I can't feel my hands
Boy, who you fooling, you want my bands
If I come to collect, I pull up in a Benz
I'm on the scene and I'm making demands
I told that fuck nigga to count me in

Bitch, count me in with Kyenn
I'll go through high water for a friend
Glock gonna extend
And it go shoot, shoot at your fuckin' mans
Damn, damn bitch, let go my hand
I am not your man you act like a fan
Bitch, I do the most, yeah
Swimming in the racks
Doing laps, you wouldn't know
Yeah, and the money green
'Cause it's gross, gotta go
Yeah, and the strips blue like the fit, ooh
Fuck all of my opps, they can eat shit
Bitch boohoo

Okay, back to me what's up
What's good i can take the whole team
I just need me a beam oh, I suck?
Last time I checked your girlfriend
Was throwing ass while
She was listening to moi me!
These niggas act white like Sam, I Am
I'm killing niggas like son of Sam
I'm bought to grease up his head like Pam
He laughin' and smilin', he think that he fam
Okay, wait okay, wait
Okay, wait okay, wait
Whole lot of baes wanna come be my date
Put the kitty in my mouth
It taste just like a date
Pull up on my squad you done chose your fate
Since you got a cool tune wanna double date?
This Silly shit this Zero gang
I'ma talk my shit before the fame

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