Lyrics:
can keep
A Richard Mille niggas in their feelings give two fucks how you feel
Take it back in blood that's what the song says I'll have your folks
back So watch yourself And your mentions
I'm that nigga Go by Ro
Better trust your intuition And you know
Make sure you don't count me out
Make sure you
about me
I woke up this morning and figured I'd call you
In case I'm not here tomorrow
I'm hoping that I can borrow a piece of mind
I'm behind
All I need is you
If this what love is all about
You can count me out, baby count me out
Just count me out
If this what love is all about
You can
the by-product of the higher speeds of overthinking that went on in my mind
So bad at times I even wanted to die
You know what lifted me up?
Remember Richard was
and drank, and count that money
We just smoke and drank, and count this money
In a clean 2 seater with the top chopped off
On some real nigga shit
We are not
can hear him please
Ayo, this shit is quite clear
You got booed in Philly, right here
This a nightmare
You should've punched me in my face when I
makers
You gon get bars straight from this
Foreigners phone like jail breaker
I get rid of your bars like bail bondsman
Since you don't wanna sit in
make your days count
I be all about my cake, is that why you hate and doubt
Fucked this baddie with a rubber from the front, she called me daddy
Smoked
a Kylie Jenner lip shade
Tell me what's your take away
If you got stripped away
Saw your babies in a cage
Never thought I'd see
The other side
that cash yea)
All white Birkin bag (Watch me stash it)
Richard Mille (Richard)
250 (Yea I need it)
VV diamonds (VVS)
Check the check (Check)
I
the west
Heard they gotta couple banks in town that ain't been held up yet
Well uh, I oughta make it by sundown
I figure that's enough time to get tha
a M for i go (Count up a M for i go)
Some of this shit done got old (Some of this shit done got old)
Ima G gotta stick by the code (Stick by the code )
look at me I know she stargaze
If I'm thinking missionary then I'm judging by the face
Beastiality this bitch is fucking on a goat
I stayed down till I
see me in public, no photos, man
I need some privacy please
Good girl, she just sat on my face
Now she's sayin' her legs have gone weak
Bad, bad,
uh huh
I got codeine in my body, uh huh
I put tattoos on my body, uh huh
Richard Mille cost a Bugatti, uh huh
Ain't had no sheets on the bed
I
restart, yeah
Press restart
You know you can
Count on me, count on you
Count on me, count on you
Get down with me, i'm down for you
Down for me, down for
tone yellow pills, selling seals and it's facts (Ayy)
I ain't trying to wife you, too emotional (Emotional)
Now take this in and out like it's supposed
life
My public well-standing
At risk when I talk to y’all like this!
This is a moment in the matrix
Bro! The vibes is back! The vibes is back!
by the streets (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, I was told to play for keeps
And don't let a ho play with me (uh, uh)
Nickname my .223 TLC 'cause I creep
to kill every nigga
That stand by him or speak for him
Can you stop actin' like you
Doin' me a favor? Do I seem rattled?
This idiot don't even know he tell
I'm bout to blow, I got shot by a tank
My heart is broken, I'm smoking this dank
If I'm not with my bruddas, I feel out of place
I'm trapped in my mind,
what you got count
He grabbed me by the arm and said, he said,
"Real quick boy, let me tell you this story
About this real rich dude I used to know real
from my corner
I drown niggas in hundred degree saunas
You can act a fool if ya wanna (biatch)
It's this lyrical piranha
Strapped wit a grenade, in
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