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clearly on the track - counting stacks lyrics

[intro]
aye yah
aye yah
aye yah
aye yah
yah, aye, aye, yah, aye
yah, aye, aye, aye, aye!
clearly on the track

[verse 1]
a dumb b+tch, b+tch i’ll beat your f+ckin’ ass
break your f+ckin’ arm, b+tch you need a f+ckin’ cast
pull the f+ckin’ bl!ck, b+tch don’t make me f+ckin’ blast
i know what f+ckin’ hurts, b+tch, it’s the f+ckin’ past
b+tch we got a f+ckin’ porsche, and it’s black on black
count the f+ckin’ k’s, and i got a money sack
i’m a rap god, and i got the f+ckin’ racks
smoke up all the opps, b+tch i get the f+ckin’ packs
[chorus]
i’m countin’ stacks, b+tch i got all these racks
b+tch i love to rap, n+gga all i speak is facts
f+ck with me, b+tch i’ll spray you with this f+ckin’ mac
all these n+ggas tryna clout, n+gga stop the act
i’m countin’ stacks, b+tch i love to f+ckin’ rap
f+ck n+ggas, please stop the f+ckin’ act
i’ll earn a hunnid k, bet that sh+t come in a sack
stop the f+ckin’ clout, n+gga you don’t speak the facts

[verse 2]
if you f+ck me, you know i’ll rob for yo sh+t
i got a f+ckin’ girl, and you know that b+tch is fit
i got a f+ckin’ glock, and it came with a d+ck
used to have a demon, b+tch i felt so d+mn sick
rip reese, just got f+ckin’ shot
i f+ckin’ want revenge, and i’ll let their body rot
we bang that glizzy life, b+tch i aim with that dot
all my friends left, so i got f+ckin’ caught

[chorus]
i’m countin’ stacks, b+tch i got all these racks
b+tch i love to rap, n+gga all i speak is facts
f+ck with me, b+tch i’ll spray you with this f+ckin’ mac
all these n+ggas tryna clout, n+gga stop the act
i’m countin’ stacks, b+tch i love to f+ckin’ rap
f+ck n+ggas, please stop the f+ckin’ act
i’ll earn a hunnid k, bet that sh+t come in a sack
stop the f+ckin’ clout, n+gga you don’t speak the facts
[verse 3]
your b+tch sucks up on my d+ck, i love it when she f+cking gags
i’m bout’ to go to rich, and not be a f+ckin’ rag
bullets in yo chest, and i empty out the mag
shut the f+ck up, b+tch you a f+ckin’ f+g
b+tch we tote them glocks, and we shoot on sight
don’t like gbe? b+tch you know we f+ckin’ fight
you hate gbe? boy i’ll k!ll you in the night
we aim the f+ckin’ guns, b+tch that’s a f+ckin’ fright
never broke again, b+tch i’ll earn a hunnid k
and i love sosa, not just me, and my bay
said he want the smoke? tell me what he f+ckin’ say
i don’t f+ck with haters, n+gga yall just f+ckin’ g+y

- clearly on the track lyrics

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