Lyrics Count - Streal

(Tryin' get out the way)

In the cut with some racks in my denim
Countin' that shit, how I'm tryna be
And how many times
Must I tell em' we'll get on they ass
Why the fuck is they playing around?
Nah not with me
Heart beat ah start to freeze
Ain't nobody stopping me
To my momma I promised things
There was hella emotion
Shit fucked some young n***** up, for the longest
What you pour when you sip?
I'ma pour my emotions
I'm trying leave all this shit
In the past but nah
I'ma bring it back out n****
I'm tryna hit from the back
Blow her back out n****
Got some n***** that's lurking
With the Gats out n****
(Uh)
Know ah couple of demons
(Oh-Yea)
Got some n***** who really be toutin'
While they'res n***** who really be hoping
All the opps look surprised
Don't know why cause I told em'
Never goin' see all the hurt in my life
Put em' down if he tell on the guys
The shit "Tom and Jerry"
N***** chasing the mice
Go grab the scope, whole in the body
Wasn't ready to die
(Wasn't ready to die)
Yeah I worked for this shit all my life
Better fucking believe me
N**** pussy he hate on the low
When you tryna get right(Yuh)
Bitch is a hating ass n****

Count
Just tryna count
Want the amount
To stretch for a mile
Bitch mad, cause he is not it he ah clown
Get mad, no trusting no bitch
Shit be foul
See that look on they face
At first they going hate
N***** crazy, now they goin' look for the hand?
In five percent foreigns and leather
Get the slop, she going slurp up the kid
Ayy count
Just tryna count
Want the amount
To stretch for ah mile
Bitch mad, cause he is not it he ah clown
Get mad, not trusting no bitch
Shit be foul
See that look on they face
At first they going hate
N***** crazy, now they goin' look for the hand?
In five percent foreigns and leather
Get the slop, she going slurp up the kid

(Oh-Yah-Yah-Oh)

Got me praying to God I hated those times I cried
Still got questions on how it's goin'end (Oh-Nah)
Only thing that he good at?
Selling them mother fucking lies (Yuh)
We goin' get at em' then? (Yeah)
We can laugh at these n***** and slide in the night
Yeah big dawg clutching on the stick (Yuh)
I be wanting to show you some love (Yuh)
I hope I'm not pushing my luck
Said she don't smoke, but she taking these cause
She like to get high with ah n****
Like to get high with ah n****
Is you tryna get fly with ah n****? (Yuh)
At times it get dark get hard to believe
Lil' Streal, that young n***** making em' see for real
I'ma bet on myself fuck them n***** who doubting me
This for everybody, who's problem was doubting me
Got that .40 to get on his ass
Oh she ah bad ass bitch?
Get her Prada mink
I hope momma proud of me
Yo son on to finer things
Tell em' play ah n**** song when I walk in the building
Guess I'ma dumb ass n**** lost the top when I whip it

Ayy count
Just tryna count
Want the amount
To stretch for ah mile
Bitch mad, cause he is not it he ah clown
Get mad, not trusting no bitch
Shit be foul
See that look on they face
At first they going hate
N***** crazy, now they goin' look for the hand?
In five percent foreigns and leather
Get the slop, she going slurp up the kid

(Oh-Yuh)

Going and Going
Shit keep me going and going
Going and Going
Shit keep me going and going
(Oh-Yuh)