"Kount Ya Hat" lyrics
(feat. Veeze)
They done hit the bulletproof fifteen times and it ain't budge
They played the trap, say he ran it up off of cases of green mud
Twin asked for some of my lean, told 'em break a leg like Nick Chubb
Stackin' up bread off of prostitution, made her nose little
I took the ho' to Mickey D's like I'm Brorilla
Coulda 'bought a crib, for a hundred my neck, I went 280 ear, nigga
I got a crib on the top of shoulders, I ain't Jaden Smith
My lower body Balenci, my torso Raspberry Hills
She said the last nigga she was with ain't buy her one Chanel
On my third seal this week, I hang 'round killer whales, yeah
The fuck nigga stepped on the mud, I had to stop lil' bruh from strippin' his ass
Go tie a shirt on your face, and poke 'em up 'cause he's a rat
I love my bitch more than my accountant, I'm 'bout to get her tatted
I gave her her flowers like the AMG Twinz, count ya' hat
Lil' nigga, count ya' hat, kill a killer, you take his hats
Ask the streets how many bodies she got, count ya' hat
Too po'd up what I spend on syrup, this money cost a Scat
Nigga, I really got diehard fans like I'm Cactus Jack
Yeah, count ya' hat, pussy ass nothin' nigga count ya' hat
Yeah, count ya' hat, lil' ass nigga need count ya' hat
Yeah, count ya' Patek, rich ass nigga need count ya' Patek
Every cross a rack on her Chrome jeans, need count ya' pack
Leanin' in here, nigga, I went Maybach, like Gunplay
It's spacious in here, I can hit a backflip like Gervonta (Hey, watch this)
I never be playin' security, I got smackers with me at the Pistons game
I fuckin' this cutie, she havin' no clout, I call her a baddie lame
The fuck is you steppin', you seen me at cousin trap, and you ran from me
I fucked her and told her I wanted her friend, and she ain't even gatekeep
These niggas be tellin' on who? They got the phone, they fed, they're real police
Know we not opps lil' nigga, just ask for a verse politely (Say please)
These niggas my son for real, I might get the Porsche with the car seat
I watch him talk to the feds for an hour, like when do his lawyer speak?
I'm havin' a real check, they payin' two mil' for the tracklist
I made a bitch cry me a river so deep, she came back with swimming lessons
I overly pop, the reason the movie theaters been goin' out of business
I trapped as a youngin' and didn't even know it was illegal 'til my mama said it
I'm overly jackass, you're mad bitch, go cry then
He shot with his eyes closed, that was a mistake, we don't count them
Fuck nigga get spin and then get hit then gon' on and fake your death
These niggas so goofy, they pass out the money and pay for a fake hit
If I ever get robbed, someone gon' die, or I can't even rap again
I get out on feet, if you hit a kid, you know we don't count them
Lil' nigga, count ya' hat, lil' nigga count ya' hat
I gave her Chanel with the fur bag, it wasn't even winter yet
Lil' nigga, count ya' hat, lil' nigga count ya' hat
I ain't even fuck, I got the hat, you ain't got to beat, ya' mad
You got a bank with a body bag, nigga I K–, K–
They played the trap, say he ran it up off of cases of green mud
Twin asked for some of my lean, told 'em break a leg like Nick Chubb
Stackin' up bread off of prostitution, made her nose little
I took the ho' to Mickey D's like I'm Brorilla
Coulda 'bought a crib, for a hundred my neck, I went 280 ear, nigga
I got a crib on the top of shoulders, I ain't Jaden Smith
My lower body Balenci, my torso Raspberry Hills
She said the last nigga she was with ain't buy her one Chanel
On my third seal this week, I hang 'round killer whales, yeah
The fuck nigga stepped on the mud, I had to stop lil' bruh from strippin' his ass
Go tie a shirt on your face, and poke 'em up 'cause he's a rat
I love my bitch more than my accountant, I'm 'bout to get her tatted
I gave her her flowers like the AMG Twinz, count ya' hat
Lil' nigga, count ya' hat, kill a killer, you take his hats
Ask the streets how many bodies she got, count ya' hat
Too po'd up what I spend on syrup, this money cost a Scat
Nigga, I really got diehard fans like I'm Cactus Jack
Yeah, count ya' hat, pussy ass nothin' nigga count ya' hat
Yeah, count ya' hat, lil' ass nigga need count ya' hat
Yeah, count ya' Patek, rich ass nigga need count ya' Patek
Every cross a rack on her Chrome jeans, need count ya' pack
Leanin' in here, nigga, I went Maybach, like Gunplay
It's spacious in here, I can hit a backflip like Gervonta (Hey, watch this)
I never be playin' security, I got smackers with me at the Pistons game
I fuckin' this cutie, she havin' no clout, I call her a baddie lame
The fuck is you steppin', you seen me at cousin trap, and you ran from me
I fucked her and told her I wanted her friend, and she ain't even gatekeep
These niggas be tellin' on who? They got the phone, they fed, they're real police
Know we not opps lil' nigga, just ask for a verse politely (Say please)
These niggas my son for real, I might get the Porsche with the car seat
I watch him talk to the feds for an hour, like when do his lawyer speak?
I'm havin' a real check, they payin' two mil' for the tracklist
I made a bitch cry me a river so deep, she came back with swimming lessons
I overly pop, the reason the movie theaters been goin' out of business
I trapped as a youngin' and didn't even know it was illegal 'til my mama said it
I'm overly jackass, you're mad bitch, go cry then
He shot with his eyes closed, that was a mistake, we don't count them
Fuck nigga get spin and then get hit then gon' on and fake your death
These niggas so goofy, they pass out the money and pay for a fake hit
If I ever get robbed, someone gon' die, or I can't even rap again
I get out on feet, if you hit a kid, you know we don't count them
Lil' nigga, count ya' hat, lil' nigga count ya' hat
I gave her Chanel with the fur bag, it wasn't even winter yet
Lil' nigga, count ya' hat, lil' nigga count ya' hat
I ain't even fuck, I got the hat, you ain't got to beat, ya' mad
You got a bank with a body bag, nigga I K–, K–
