King Louie - Young Niggas Countin Racks lyrics
[King Louie - Young Niggas Countin Racks lyrics]
I'm just a young nigga countin racks
Flow them bands and get em back
Cashes everything around me
Fuck shit I keep death around me
Straight it when I move around me
Private kicks my favorite root
I ring frequent, she would think
That I fading it
With a hannabe OB, listen to some COC
Better bitch rolling more weed
In more glory stay holy
Friendy matching my foresees
Riling in the galaxy
Thirty hangin out the heat
Bullets look like batteries
Pocket full of politicians
Been pressy probing tickets, tryin
To wanna thum award
Lord check what I get bored
Take a picture say cheese
I'm just in my Mercedes, they
Just got another one
Stunt like my mother sun
And so my young niggas countin racks
Young niggas getting money
Bad bitch setting for looking
Like they're beggin money
I got my mack in my spray ground
Looking like I'm beggin money
Do it big for a win
Where ain't used to have no money
Young niggas countin racks
Oh this for my young niggas countin racks
Uh, young niggas countin racks
I'm just the young nigga countin racks
Bitch I'm on my wrist shit
Bring the whole out his bitch
She blow me like she wait shit
Passports escorts, driving on the other side
More born this bitch
Double fuck the other side
I got friends but homicide
All this money got me high
Your bitch see me counting, she like
All this money got me by
Dope for brakefast every day
Bearing up heavy way
Rap thug shawty, 30 in the forty
Transform bands doing donuts in the Audi
When I get them fans bitch I
Turn up like a party
Countin these racks smoking like a Bob Marley
Doing all for L's and my real nigga is well
And so my young niggas countin racks
Young niggas getting money
Bad bitch setting for looking
Like they're beggin money
I got my mack in my spray ground
Looking like I'm beggin money
Do it big for a win
Where ain't used to have no money
Young niggas countin racks
Oh this for my young niggas countin racks
Uh, young niggas countin racks
Flow them bands and get em back
Cashes everything around me
Fuck shit I keep death around me
Straight it when I move around me
Private kicks my favorite root
I ring frequent, she would think
That I fading it
With a hannabe OB, listen to some COC
Better bitch rolling more weed
In more glory stay holy
Friendy matching my foresees
Riling in the galaxy
Thirty hangin out the heat
Bullets look like batteries
Pocket full of politicians
Been pressy probing tickets, tryin
To wanna thum award
Lord check what I get bored
Take a picture say cheese
I'm just in my Mercedes, they
Just got another one
Stunt like my mother sun
And so my young niggas countin racks
Young niggas getting money
Bad bitch setting for looking
Like they're beggin money
I got my mack in my spray ground
Looking like I'm beggin money
Do it big for a win
Where ain't used to have no money
Young niggas countin racks
Oh this for my young niggas countin racks
Uh, young niggas countin racks
I'm just the young nigga countin racks
Bitch I'm on my wrist shit
Bring the whole out his bitch
She blow me like she wait shit
Passports escorts, driving on the other side
More born this bitch
Double fuck the other side
I got friends but homicide
All this money got me high
Your bitch see me counting, she like
All this money got me by
Dope for brakefast every day
Bearing up heavy way
Rap thug shawty, 30 in the forty
Transform bands doing donuts in the Audi
When I get them fans bitch I
Turn up like a party
Countin these racks smoking like a Bob Marley
Doing all for L's and my real nigga is well
And so my young niggas countin racks
Young niggas getting money
Bad bitch setting for looking
Like they're beggin money
I got my mack in my spray ground
Looking like I'm beggin money
Do it big for a win
Where ain't used to have no money
Young niggas countin racks
Oh this for my young niggas countin racks
Uh, young niggas countin racks