"Count Up" lyrics

(If you not Ball Hog, then die)

Big chopper, big chopper
You better run for the doctor
I just live my life, and I count up
I'm finna smoke, where my lighter?
Ho so bad, put her in Prada
Who your starting five? Who your line-up?
You wanna tweak on my phone, I'ma hang up
Fan wanna take a pic, get a close-up

I gotta thank God 'cause He chose us
I'm spilling lean in the back of a Rolls truck
Ho wanna start again, but I done moved on
Ain't no hard feelings, you just took too long
Take two puffs of the za, she say it's too strong
I gotta play, just trust it, twin, go long
Yeah I'm 'Tec, for the fucking win, I go hard
Three-five gram in my blunt, it look like a cigar
I have swag, and you don't, yeah, that's the bad part

Big chopper, big chopper
You better run for the doctor
I just live my life, and I count up
I'm finna smoke, where my lighter?
Ho so bad, put her in Prada
Who your starting five? Who your line-up?
You wanna tweak on my phone, I'ma hang up
Fan wanna take a pic, get a close-up