"Cøunt Dem Racks" lyrics
(feat. Yung Fazo)
Haha, what the f—? Haha-haha, w— haha—
Like, what the fuck is funny?
Haha, what the f—?
[Yung Fazo:]
I'm gon' get it back, that bih' with no delay
Uh, yeah, Mr. Count-Dem-Racks, yeah, that just be my name
Uh, yeah, I been known how to flex, yeah, since a young lil' age
Yeah, I been knew how to chase a check, been known to put in pain
Way I'm living here, yeah, y'all know it's crazy, they changin' for the fame
Yeah, my diamonds wet like water, I walked in and changed the game
[Tezzus:]
She suckin' my mo'fuckin' dick, I didn't even know her name
She swallowin' my kids, I might go leave 'em on her face
My lil' foe walk with stick, yeah, play, we leavin' with ya' brain (Fuck)
My clip got .556 and Desert Eagle on the face
She look at me, yeah
Choppa singin', bitch, all these rappers little kids
Chocolate lil' bitch, she look like a Hershey Kiss (Hershey Kiss)
I can send a blitz, like I'm Micah Parsons
I can take yo' bitch straight up to the room, then make that ho sick
[Yung Fazo:]
I hop in, I'm rockin', I go to the moon, I'm chillin' in space
Yeah, I been chillin', yeah, that mean I been on my mood, I been out the way, yeah-yeah
You gon' pull up on me, ask me, yeah, what I do when I'm whippin' this Wraith
Fuck, fuck, I don't know what I'm doin', yeah, trippin' on you, when I'm winnin' this race, huh
Whole body, yeah, covered in BB, these things that I'm doin', makin' you shake
I been sittin' back, countin' these racks, know I been needin' some space, yeah
You tellin' me you do not need me, so I been boolin', yeah, out the way
Yeah, I been chillin', yeah, countin' them bucks, know that I'm on the way, huh (Haha, what the f—?)
Sucked up the beat so hard, it makin' me feel an erection, huh (Haha-haha—)
I'm in her jaws, I'm beatin' the walls (Haha—)
I'm grippin', I'm feelin' the tension (Haha—)
Yo' ass'll cost to be a law (Haha, what the f—?)
Yeah, take a look at your reflection
I'm goin' hard to beat the odds, don't give a fuck 'bout your possession
[Tezzus:]
New choppa, new choppa, new choppa, new choppa
New bullets, that's just for protection
I hop out that show with that mo'fuckin' choppa
Them bullets, it came from a Mexican
Thick bih gotta butt, so I'm fuckin' ya thot, she coolin' when she gettin' naked
Southside, nigga, I make bitches fuck they best friend
I lied, nigga, 'cause I been back on that X again
All night, kiss her, 'cause that bih' might fuck her ex again
Ø Way, nigga, to the motherfuckin' grave (Ø Way)
Get that bitch some liquor and she sniffin' on some ketamine
[Yung Fazo:]
I'm gon' get it back, that bih' with no delay
Uh, yeah, Mr. Count-Dem-Racks, yeah, that just be my name
Uh, yeah, I been known how to flex, yeah, since a young lil' age
Yeah, I been know how to chase a check, been known to put in pain
Like, what the fuck is funny?
Haha, what the f—?
[Yung Fazo:]
I'm gon' get it back, that bih' with no delay
Uh, yeah, Mr. Count-Dem-Racks, yeah, that just be my name
Uh, yeah, I been known how to flex, yeah, since a young lil' age
Yeah, I been knew how to chase a check, been known to put in pain
Way I'm living here, yeah, y'all know it's crazy, they changin' for the fame
Yeah, my diamonds wet like water, I walked in and changed the game
[Tezzus:]
She suckin' my mo'fuckin' dick, I didn't even know her name
She swallowin' my kids, I might go leave 'em on her face
My lil' foe walk with stick, yeah, play, we leavin' with ya' brain (Fuck)
My clip got .556 and Desert Eagle on the face
She look at me, yeah
Choppa singin', bitch, all these rappers little kids
Chocolate lil' bitch, she look like a Hershey Kiss (Hershey Kiss)
I can send a blitz, like I'm Micah Parsons
I can take yo' bitch straight up to the room, then make that ho sick
[Yung Fazo:]
I hop in, I'm rockin', I go to the moon, I'm chillin' in space
Yeah, I been chillin', yeah, that mean I been on my mood, I been out the way, yeah-yeah
You gon' pull up on me, ask me, yeah, what I do when I'm whippin' this Wraith
Fuck, fuck, I don't know what I'm doin', yeah, trippin' on you, when I'm winnin' this race, huh
Whole body, yeah, covered in BB, these things that I'm doin', makin' you shake
I been sittin' back, countin' these racks, know I been needin' some space, yeah
You tellin' me you do not need me, so I been boolin', yeah, out the way
Yeah, I been chillin', yeah, countin' them bucks, know that I'm on the way, huh (Haha, what the f—?)
Sucked up the beat so hard, it makin' me feel an erection, huh (Haha-haha—)
I'm in her jaws, I'm beatin' the walls (Haha—)
I'm grippin', I'm feelin' the tension (Haha—)
Yo' ass'll cost to be a law (Haha, what the f—?)
Yeah, take a look at your reflection
I'm goin' hard to beat the odds, don't give a fuck 'bout your possession
[Tezzus:]
New choppa, new choppa, new choppa, new choppa
New bullets, that's just for protection
I hop out that show with that mo'fuckin' choppa
Them bullets, it came from a Mexican
Thick bih gotta butt, so I'm fuckin' ya thot, she coolin' when she gettin' naked
Southside, nigga, I make bitches fuck they best friend
I lied, nigga, 'cause I been back on that X again
All night, kiss her, 'cause that bih' might fuck her ex again
Ø Way, nigga, to the motherfuckin' grave (Ø Way)
Get that bitch some liquor and she sniffin' on some ketamine
[Yung Fazo:]
I'm gon' get it back, that bih' with no delay
Uh, yeah, Mr. Count-Dem-Racks, yeah, that just be my name
Uh, yeah, I been known how to flex, yeah, since a young lil' age
Yeah, I been know how to chase a check, been known to put in pain
