"Count Me Out" lyrics

(y2, is that you?)
(Haha, I miss you, Bryce)

Question your intentions, I wonder who else get it
I stepped out my box to show 'em I'm not scared
I gotta talk to my mama and show her I'm still here
'Cause I'm working, and this game, it get dirty
And I just dropped like thirty (Yeah, yeah)

And I just ball like Curry
I'm like fuck that, I'm not worried
I'm not worried 'bout y'all
I just stick to the script, nigga, I'm a money maker, I'ma feed all my dawgs (Bitch)
I done spent a couple hundred bills, I been goin' crazy, I just need to slow down (Skrrt)
Niggas pointing fingers, where the fuck was you when I needed you to hold that shit down?
Niggas knew I was gon' be the one, you shitted on me, nigga, look at me now
I just copped some new Saint Laurent jeans, man, she tell me she lovin' my style
I just went hundred bands, hundred bands, hundred bands on 'em, so ain't no more countin' me out

How you wanna try the fucking G.O.A.T.? (Fucking G.O.A.T.)
Don't care what they say, them niggas broke (That's a joke)
Ooh, that boy on fire like holy smokes (Smokes, skrrt)
Fuck what you talkin' 'bout, you talkin' jokes (Yeah)
They see me up (Let's go)
I'm on DND, yeah (Let's go)
Man, I been on cloud nine
Then I fell to cloud seven (Let's go)
Then I fell to cloud five (Let's go)
Then I woke up on earth, thankin' God that a nigga still alive
In position to make somethin' move and get my people a piece of the pot
How the fuck? How the nigga just lose and let all that shit pass me by? (Let's go)
Oh, I'm takin' advantage of that (Yeah)
Oh no, you might not see it just yet (Yeah)
But I promise, I want my respect, oh
Oh, you know I'm comin' for that (Yeah)

Question your intentions, I wonder who else get it
I stepped out my box to show 'em I'm not scared (Yeah)
I gotta talk to my mama and show her I'm still here
'Cause I'm working, and this game, it get dirty
And I just dropped like thirty (Yeah, yeah)

And I just ball like Curry
I'm like fuck that, I'm not worried
I'm not worried 'bout y'all
I just stick to the script, nigga, I'm a money maker, I'ma feed all my dawgs
I done spent a couple hundred bills, I been goin' crazy, I just need to slow down
Niggas pointing fingers, where the fuck was you when I needed you to hold that shit down?
Niggas knew I was gon' be the one, you shitted on me, nigga, look at me now
I just copped some new Saint Laurent jeans, man, she tell me she lovin' my style
I just went hundred bands, hundred bands, hundred bands on 'em, so ain't no more countin' me out