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goldenboy countup - pop yo shit (remix) lyrics

[verse 1: goldenboy countup]
my diamonds shinging, cause a n+gga been grinding
i’m still in the trap, [?] n+gga can’t find me
[?] f+ck no, i ain’t signing
[?] n+ggas behind me
pass me the fork, and imma cook that crack
imma f+ck her like a dog, and imma send that b+tch back
i ain’t playing with these n+ggas, i’m playing with them racks
[?]
f+ck these n+ggas, i ain’t showing no love
f+ck these n+ggas, i ain’t fronting no drugs
[?] give a n+gga sh+t, better cop these [?]
[?] argue with a n+gga that ain’t worth no [?]
i’m on some sh+t, sell a hundred in a day
[?] 200 on a [?]
i’m in the [?] no [?]
f+ck n+gga can’t tell me sh+t ’bout [?]
[?] my hood [?] young n+ggas [?]
i’m in the [?] where them n+ggas be jacked
blood pulled up [?] sh+t wasn’t [?]
n+gga, you ain’t never put a hundred in a mac
f+ck that ho, n+gga, i love my brother
n+gga was cold, we ain’t have no cover
somebody dead over thеre, i see [?]
n+gga that’s normal sh+t, this the gudder
n+gga, imma flood this sh+t
hit it from thе back, imma [?] this b+tch
[?] flood my wrist
no shoestring [?] my [?]
[?] them bricks
f+cking on her and her friend, i’m lit
[?] sh+t gon’ hit
hundred bands call on the re+up
it ain’t just me, n+gga, we up
cooking up dope [?]
everyday a n+gga put g’s up
golden, why these n+ggas tryna [?] your swag?
f+ck on his b+tch, now the lil n+gga mad
go [?] n+gga, i ben in that bag
i do the dash when i jump in the jag
[?] my sh+t mo cheeper
f+ck this rap, this sh+t mo deeper
i done got rich, so sh+t mo creeper
golden in the trap, and [?] beeper
n+gga, i just put a hundred racks on the table
i just plugged another n+gga in like cable
golden, what you need? 500 [?]
[?] need that sh+t, i got paper
[?] i got racks
i re+up, and go sn+tch it back
3 m’s a month, my streaming stat
i’m independent, no strings atatched
d+mn, golden gon’ pop his sh+t
n+gga look crazy, imma pop this b+tch
golden [?] can’t stop this sh+t
rap [?] imma cop this brick
[verse 2: bankroll freddie]
bankroll!
big bankroll, imma i’m a big sh+t popper
trap still jumping, come [?]
trap still jumping, come get these boles
[?] profit, spend it on clothes
200 bands, this sh+t ain’t sh+t
i done spent a whole m on [?]
i just spent a hundred bands on choppers
i drop a bag [?]
n+gga been know [?]
don’t look wrong way, we k!ll your ass
track [?] pull up real fast
blow your ass, we don’t need no [?]
i’m in the o in the kitchen with [?]
[?] f+ck with my [?]
dope boy, imma [?]
think i’m a rapper, you gon’ end up missing
think i’m a rapper, gon’ end up dead
[?] your head
i’m layed back with a freak in the bed
i’m layed back in the [?] getting head
money and power my only [?]
poppin our sh+t, it’s bankroll and chicken
trapping for real, come get you a brick
don’t call my phone unless you [?]

- goldenboy countup lyrics

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