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letra de counting stacks - clearly on the track

[intro]
aye yah
aye yah
aye yah
aye yah
yah, aye, aye, yah, aye
yah, aye, aye, aye, aye!
clearly on the track

[verse 1]
a dumb b-tch, b-tch i’ll beat your f-ckin’ ass
break your f-ckin’ arm, b-tch you need a f-ckin’ cast
pull the f-ckin’ bl!ck, b-tch don’t make me f-ckin’ blast
i know what f-ckin’ hurts, b-tch, it’s the f-ckin’ past
b-tch we got a f-ckin’ porsche, and it’s black on black
count the f-ckin’ k’s, and i got a money sack
i’m a rap god, and i got the f-ckin’ racks
smoke up all the opps, b-tch i get the f-ckin’ packs
[chorus]
i’m countin’ stacks, b-tch i got all these racks
b-tch i love to rap, n-gga all i speak is facts
f-ck with me, b-tch i’ll spray you with this f-ckin’ mac
all these n-ggas tryna clout, n-gga stop the act
i’m countin’ stacks, b-tch i love to f-ckin’ rap
f-ck n-ggas, please stop the f-ckin’ act
i’ll earn a hunnid k, bet that sh-t come in a sack
stop the f-ckin’ clout, n-gga you don’t speak the facts

[verse 2]
if you f-ck me, you know i’ll rob for yo sh-t
i got a f-ckin’ girl, and you know that b-tch is fit
i got a f-ckin’ glock, and it came with a d-ck
used to have a demon, b-tch i felt so d-mn sick
rip reese, just got f-ckin’ shot
i f-ckin’ want revenge, and i’ll let their body rot
we bang that glizzy life, b-tch i aim with that dot
all my friends left, so i got f-ckin’ caught

[chorus]
i’m countin’ stacks, b-tch i got all these racks
b-tch i love to rap, n-gga all i speak is facts
f-ck with me, b-tch i’ll spray you with this f-ckin’ mac
all these n-ggas tryna clout, n-gga stop the act
i’m countin’ stacks, b-tch i love to f-ckin’ rap
f-ck n-ggas, please stop the f-ckin’ act
i’ll earn a hunnid k, bet that sh-t come in a sack
stop the f-ckin’ clout, n-gga you don’t speak the facts
[verse 3]
your b-tch sucks up on my d-ck, i love it when she f-cking gags
i’m bout’ to go to rich, and not be a f-ckin’ rag
bullets in yo chest, and i empty out the mag
shut the f-ck up, b-tch you a f-ckin’ f-g
b-tch we tote them glocks, and we shoot on sight
don’t like gbe? b-tch you know we f-ckin’ fight
you hate gbe? boy i’ll k!ll you in the night
we aim the f-ckin’ guns, b-tch that’s a f-ckin’ fright
never broke again, b-tch i’ll earn a hunnid k
and i love sosa, not just me, and my bay
said he want the smoke? tell me what he f-ckin’ say
i don’t f-ck with haters, n-gga yall just f-ckin’ g-y

- clearly on the track

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