Count Me Out Lyrics – 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, “*** that, I’m not worried”
I’m not worried ’bout y’all
I just stick to the script, ***, 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 *** was you when I needed you to hold that *** down?
Niggas knew I was gon’ be the one, you shitted on me, ***, 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 ***’ go?
Don’t care what they say, them niggas broke
Ooh, that boy on fire like holy smokes (Smokes, skrrt)
*** what you talkin’ ’bout, you talkin’ jokes (Yeah)
They see me up (Let’s go)
I’m on [?] (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 *** still alive
In position to make sumn’ move and get my people a piece in the pie
How the *** did that *** just lose and let all that *** 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, “*** that, I’m not worried”
I’m not worried ’bout y’all
I just stick to the script, ***, 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 *** was you when I needed you to hold that *** down? (Yeah)
Niggas knew I was gon’ be the one, you shitted on me, *** 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