Count Me Out
(Y2, is that you?)
(Haha, I miss you Bryce)
Question your intentions, I wonder who else get it (yeah, yeah)
I stepped on my box to show 'em I'm not scared (yeah, yeah)
I gotta talk to my mama and show her I'm still here
'Cause I'm workin' and this game, it get dirty
And I just dropped like thirty (yeah, yeah-yeah)
And I just ball like Curry
I'm like, "Fuck that, I'm not worried"
I'm not worried 'bout y'all
I just stick to the script, nigga
I'm a money maker, I'ma feed all my dawgs (bitch)
I done spent a couple hundred bills
I been goin' crazy, I just needed some dough (skrrt)
Niggas pointin' fingers, where the fuck was you
When I needed you to hold that shit down?
Niggas knew I was gon' be the one
You shitted on me, nigga, look at me now
I just copped some new Saint Laurent jeans
Man, she tell me she lovin' my style (style)
I just went hunnid bands, hunnid bands, hunnid bands on 'em
So ain't no more countin' me out (me out)
How you wanna try to fuckin' go?
Don't care what they say, them niggas broke (as a joke)
Ooh, that boy on fire like holy smokes (smokes, skrrt)
Fuck what you talkin' 'bout, you talkin' jokes (yeah)
Ain't seein' me, yeah (let's go)
I'm on DND, yeah (let's go)
Man, I been on cloud nine (let's go)
Then I fed the cops up (let's go)
Then I fed the cop fire (let's go)
Then I woke up on earth, thankin' God that the nigga still alive
In position to make somethin' move and get my people a piece of the pie
How the fuck could a nigga just lose and let all that shit pass me by? (Let's go)
Oh, I'm takin' advantage of that (yeah)
Oh no, you might not see it just yet (yeah)
But I promise, I want my respect
Oh, oh you know I'm comin' for that (yeah)
Question your intentions, I wonder who else get it
I stepped on my box to show 'em I'm not scared (yeah)
I gotta talk to my mama and show her I'm still here
'Cause I'm workin' and this game, it get dirty (yeah)
And I just dropped like thirty (thirty, yeah-yeah)
And I just ball like Curry
I'm like, "Fuck that, I'm not worried"
I'm not worried 'bout y'all
I just stick to the script, nigga
I'm a money maker, I'ma feed all my dawgs (bitch)
I done spent a couple hundred bills
I been goin' crazy, I just needed some dough (skrrt)
Niggas pointin' fingers, where the fuck was you
When I needed you to hold that shit down?
Niggas knew I was gon' be the one
You shitted on me, nigga, look at me now
I just copped some new Saint Laurent jeans
Man, she tell me she lovin' my style (style)
I just went hunnid bands, hunnid bands, hunnid bands on 'em
So ain't no more countin' me out