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fbg young - count it up lyrics

[intro]
count, count it up right now
count it up right now
ayy, count, count, count
count, count, count, count it up right now
cray crack, count it up right now
count it up right now

[chorus]
ayy, count, count, count, count, count it up right now
once you run it up, they gon’ try to take you down
spike my lean with them xans, clutch my thirty, smoke my loud
scared money don’t make money, so i’m tryna move this pound
and i’m taxin’ on that gas, need three+fifty for a ounce
know they want me dead, but they can’t stop me now
book me for a show and bring gang to your town
count, count, count it up right now
[verse]
ayy, twenty+eight grams (grams), that’s a whole zip
jab in my polo drawers, tryna paint the whole strip (trap money)
walk up in the trap, that b+tch look like ’86
i don’t need no aid, assist (nah), my b+tch nina gave him six (woah)
i ain’t bankin’, bad with money, with these hoes, i’m a pimp (fasho)
stash spot for the moves (godumb), servin’ babies out the whip (woah)
no, you can’t meet my mama (no), but my b+tch can meet my b+tch (my b+tch)
i keep thirty in the clip (my clip), i ain’t runnin’ to no dip (grrlah)
i don’t give a f+ck about no case (no no), i keep it on my hip (my hip)
i’ll take it there quick ’cause i don’t take no lip (no no)
pourin’ [?] out the sunroof for my n+ggas who ain’t here (gang)
t’d up, geekin’ out my square (gang), try me if you dare (woah)

- fbg young lyrics

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