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letra de count it up - $not

[intro: subjectz]
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these f-ck boys claim they trappin’ hard so count it up
we run these blocks, we flippin’ work and keep them rugers tucked

[chrous: subjectz]
these f-ck boys claim they trappin’ hard so count it up (ayy)
we run these blocks, we flippin’ work and keep them rugers tucked (yuh)
oh, that’s ya b-tch? she hit my line, she wanna suck me up
ya’ll n-ggas mad, i’m countin’ cash and i don’t give a f-ck

[post-chorus: subjectz]
put that on my eastside, skrilla on my westside
k!llers get yo’ mouth run, n-gga (ayy)
pull up with them choppas up and the f-ckin’ block out
keep the hood on lockdown, n-gga

[verse 1: cameron-z-]
b-tch, i’m built to win
i never lose, yeah, i came in twos
glock [?] twins
red beam aimin’ straight at you
booted up, zooted, i don’t need no friends
i isolate, i contemplate ’cause suicide’s a threat
these demons talk, these demons chat, they talkin’ on my neck
that f-ckin’ squad and ya set, and ya whole d-mn team
ya’ll n-ggas p-ssy, ain’t no guessin’ what y’all gon’ f-ckin’ be
’cause it’s that ’05 gy ’til a n-gga can’t breathe, ayy

[verse 2: subjectz]
ya’ll some stupid n-ggas, can’t f-ck with these goofy n-ggas
never gave a f-ck so i rock with that tooly, n-gga (grrt, grrt)
ya’ll boys move like [?] (like [?])
watch out, i maneuver ruthless (ruthless)
send shots, he dance like uzi (uzi)
know i hang wit’ a couple shooters (shooters)
bust scripts, i might just lose it (lose it)
cops come, we playin’ stupid (stupid)
yo’ b-tch—hold up, who’s b-tch?
she blow me like she toothless (she toothless)
n-ggas know the gang, we ruthless (ruthless)
on the block, i keep like two sticks (two sticks)
get cash, count it up, prove it
blue hunnids, i’ll throw it on yo’ b-tch (grrt, grrt)

[chorus: subjectz]
these f-ck boys claim they trappin’ hard so count it up (ayy)
we run these blocks, we flippin’ work and keep them rugers tucked (yuh)
oh, that’s ya b-tch? she hit my line, she wanna suck me up
ya’ll n-ggas mad, i’m countin’ cash and i don’t give a f-ck
these f-ck boys claim they trappin’ hard so count it up (ayy)
we run these blocks, we flippin’ work and keep them rugers tucked (yuh)
oh, that’s ya b-tch? she hit my line, she wanna suck me up
ya’ll n-ggas mad, i’m countin’ cash and i don’t give a f-ck

[verse 3: $not]
see i’m a full runner, shot caller
wet a n-gga up, gunna’, n-gga runnin’ so we f-cked him up
take my f-ckin’ blade, i rip a n-gga if he talkin’ tough
b-tch, i need that f-ckin’ guap, so i f-ckin’ count it up
all my n-ggas go gorillas, b-tch, we posted with some sticks
all black, booted up, whole squad, shootin’ up
shut the f-ck up, b-tch, i keep my f-ckin’ tommy tucked
b-tch, i’m looking for the work, put a n-gga on a shirt
[?] my name, you on the dirt, make sure he don’t f-ckin’ walk
if he talk, we heat him up, stuff him in the f-ckin’ bag
throw him in the f-ckin’ trash, see me in yo’ f-ckin’ block
pull up wit’ a beam and glock every time he f-ckin’ talk
b-tch, we make this sh-t hot, make a n-gga body flop
watch his body milly rock, n-gga, you can’t f-ckin’ hang
n-gga, you ain’t with the gang, if you talkin’ all that sh-t
we gon’ let it f-ckin’ rain, ayy

[outro: $not]
d-mn bro, f-ck

- not

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