100 (Count It)

We been ballin' hard, yeah Turnin’ up that real shit Tracks full of bars, yeah Y'all just wanna steal this Bottles at the club, yeah, bass That you can feel, bitch We just turnin' up, yeah, man We on that real shit Count it, count it, count it, count it A hundred tracks, what you Know about it? Bitch, don’t doubt it Count it, count it, count it, count it A hundred tracks, what you Know about it? Bitch, go count it That's a hundred in the works We the type to finish first Whole squad fucking cursed Midas' touch on every verse Count it a hundred of beats, ay Count it a hundred of weeks, ay Started off Q203, ay, now in The hills all this heat, ay We the rebels, not the saints, fuck with us Got no restraints Freedom pouring out our veins Break the hell outta these chains Feels like I'm going insane, 'cause I haven't made a name, uh Conquered, then we came, get the Hell out of my way, ay A hundred, go count it, one hundred Go count it A hundred tracks, never missed a week Fucking count it One hundred, go count it, a hundred Go count it A hundred tracks, never missed a week Fucking count it 'Bout to start a riot, uh They can't keep us quiet, uh Just call me the pilot, ’cause We mobbing out united, uh Yeah, we came to work, uh And we came to play Work hard, play hard, almost Every fucking day, uh We been ballin’ hard, yeah Turnin' up that real shit Tracks full of bars, yeah Y’all just wanna steal this Bottles at the club, yeah, bass That you can feel, bitch We just turnin' up, yeah, man We on that real shit Count it, count it, count it, count it A hundred tracks, what you Know about it? Bitch, don't doubt it Count it, count it, count it, count it A hundred tracks, what you Know about it? Bitch, go count it Doing it like lil Wayne, uh Releasing shit like it's the plague, uh Track after track, it’s insane, uh Bitch, get the hell out my lane, uh I'm just gon' ride to the beat, yeah Lyrics, they come out my teeth, yeah We do this shit every week, uh Then put that shit on repeat, uh I keep on going I'm rolling And putting a show on I hit 'em with each song They don't know the next one They think that I'm broken I cause a commotion No need for promotion, I'm staying in motion I keep the devotion to words that are spoken And winning's the slogan So cold that you frozen Vast like the ocean, we pass those In motion and stay so outspoken, uh Balling like I'm Mo Bamba, I'm the show And we about to blow all on the radio ay, ay Look at me, fuck with me, hate on me Love on me Look at me, fuck with me, hate on me Love on me I don't know how I'm functioning I just keep on hustling Pour it up, it's bubbling, I got One life, so I'm guzzling, ay Count it, count it, count it, count it A hundred tracks, what you Know about it? Bitch, don't doubt it Count it, count it, count it, count it A hundred tracks, what you Know about it? Bitch, go count it