For The Count
Bout time that y'all start doing something
We been popping ain't stopping for nothing And my boy on the road catching buckets
Out of pocket, ain't talking for money
Yeah I'm down for the count so Let's run it
Be like mama, I'm sorry for cussing
And it's getting dangerous all of a sudden Wherever you at, gotta clutch it
You mean up it in public, yeah fuck it
If that mean that it's changing the subject
In the stu like I'm locked in a dungeon, nigga
All I know is the key and the drumming
I pop up on the spot, I been summoned
I ain't come all this way just for nothing
And I'm just tryna get to know you better Let me know if I'm pushing your buttons
In my head I could never go up always thought I'd be stuck in a ditch
Or somewhere with some mud as soon as I get me a truck
It'll cost you a buck for a ride or a look or a touch
And they say it's unfair but so what
But they ain't finna stop me so I know what's up
And I know that they copy, they trying to be Like me If they wanna try me, then tell em Push up
Bout time that y'all start doing something
We been popping ain't stopping for nothing And my boy on the road catching buckets
Out of pocket, ain't talking for money
Yeah I'm down for the count so Let's run it
Be like mama, I'm Sorry for cussing
And it's getting dangerous all of a sudden Wherever you at, gotta clutch it
You mean up it in public, yeah fuck it
Yeah we from the dirt, yeah we from the distant
I got a heart but It's empty, don't gotta show me your phone girl I know that it's plenty
I dabbed brody up for assisting you gotta show me you committed
They gotta be listening, I gotta be dressed like a scripture
They try to read me like a preacher, crop them out the picture
I'm feeling like kodak I'm Just here for the cheddar the cojak
Everybody left me in the past now they trying to show up and it feel like a throwback
Anything that they do in the public is not P money I think you should know that
That boy said you made a hundred, just to blow that
And if you gon' say you on it better show that Cause I Don't got time to be waisting
Bout time that y'all start doing something
We been popping ain't stopping for nothing And my boy on the road catching buckets
Out of pocket, ain't talking for money
Yeah I'm down for the count so Let's run it
Be like mama, I'm Sorry for cussing
And it's getting dangerous all of a sudden Wherever you at, gotta clutch it
You mean up it in public, yeah fuck it