Count Me Out Lyrics by SoFaygo
(y2, is that you?)
(Haha, I miss you Bryce)
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 (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 fed 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
Ooh, that boy on fire like holy smokes (Smokes, skrrt)
Fuck what you talkin’ ’bout, you talkin’ jokes (Yeah)
They see me up (Let’s go)
I’m on DND (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 sumn’ move and get my people a piece in the pie
How the fuck did that 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-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
I done fed 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? (Yeah)
Niggas knew I was gon’ be the one, you shitted on me, nigga look at me now (Yeah)
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