Count Up

[Verse 1: SK]

When I was a youngin' momma hit me in the chest

"Why you got these tardies nigga why you got these F's"

You gone go to school and nigga you gone do yo best

Started eating punches so she let my uncles do the rest

Niggas think it's sweet think my bands ain't real

Started jugging and finessin' like I never had a meal

I just fucked yo hoe, nigga how do you feel

She invited me to her crib to netflix and chill

Flexin' and Finessin' yes I do this shit the best

If a nigga run up wrong, then that's 2-3 in his chest

Hol' up Hol' up Hol' up, Mary Jane, finna roll up

Pour up Pour up Pour up, Countin' money from the floor up

[Hook]

Count Up, Count Up, Count Up all I wanna do

Truthfully man I could give 2 fucks ´bout you

I can tell he broke cause he don´t make no moves

Riding with them ratchets better keep your coolx2

[Verse 2: SK]

I just stole yo bitch on the downlow (Skrrrt)

I'm way off the shits on the downlow (What!)

I'm still selling rocks on the downlow (Damn!)

She gave me good top I kicked her out though  (Damn!)

No you can't sleep over you finna walk home

You can´t get no Uber not with my dough

Tell yo bitch come same time tomorrow

Silly hoe I just finessed her iPhone

[Hook]