chief keef – make it count lyrics
[chorus]
n-ggas ain’t on p-ss, n-ggas ain’t on sh-t
i just bought a 40 cause there ain’t no kick
got a 30 in it i’ma make it spit
i’m gon’ make it count, b-tch i’m spraying sh-t
i’ma count this money while i take a sh-t
i’ma spray that dummy if he try to take my sh-t
a situation is what all you make of it
well i’ma make these pistols get to saying sh-t
[verse 1]
i got old guns on that cranky sh-t
i got new guns can’t wait to spray that sh-t
i swear my mac be on some player sh-t
but don’t make them get to spraying sh-t
smoking tooka like a hookah
run up on me i’ma shoot ya
no versace medusa
1400 for this belt like booyah
diamonds on my neck like tumors
hurting my d-mn neck like ooh ah
ben franklin in my pocket
try to take it put your -ss on the front of new york times
can’t see me boy cause you are, blind
you say you getting money
you are, lying
got a car ’round my neck now who wanna, drive
[chorus]
n-ggas ain’t on p-ss, n-ggas ain’t on sh-t
i just bought a 40 cause there ain’t no kick
got a 30 in it i’ma make it spit
i’m gon’ make it count, b-tch i’m spraying sh-t
i’ma count this money while i take a sh-t
i’ma spray that dummy if he try to take my sh-t
a situation is what all you make of it
well i’ma make these pistols get to saying sh-t
[verse 2]
posted up on frontstreet
selling dope up out my grandma house
no i can’t have no company
unless you tryna sell dope up out it
ain’t no security with me
it’s just me and 40 and johnson
and i can’t trust n-ggas
so i went and bought me a f-cking golden choppa
that b-tch got tourettes
she be screaming out sh-t like “sh-t”
b-tch, f-ck n-ggas
we don’t f-ck with f-ck n-ggas
coming out the cut, when you see us, duck n-gga
coming strong n-gga
smoking on that f-cking strong n-gga
b-tch i got my arm n-gga
armed gun and my own alarm n-gga
i’m my own man i’m standing strong n-gga
try me you won’t be going home n-gga
kushy kushy, my cologne n-gga
walk to court they like “you smell like strong n-gga”
glo gang sh-t that’s what i’m on n-gga
you a opposite you meet my h-rn n-gga
we don’t mean peace we mean war n-gga
shoot your -ss, you and your boys n-gga
and i still believe in god n-gga
but i don’t believe in frauds n-gga
i’m a glo man so why would i shiver
up this 4-5 get to porcupine them n-ggas
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