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slump6s – count me out lyrics

[intro]
(yeah, yeah)
top dog

[chorus]
ayy, these n+gga try count me out, but they already know they can’t stop me, mmh
why would you walk in that spot with that b+tch, knowin’ d+mn well she already topped me?
don’t give a f+ck ’bout they top three
’cause all of them n+ggas they clones and they copy
these n+gga leakin’, it’s not me
but don’t give a f+ck, i get bread with no ig
n+ggas they walk in the club with no id
these n+gga already knew that sh+t
these n+gga get a lil’ bread off of signing
f+ck around, and go ahead and blew that b+tch
don’t know why that n+gga tryin’ to try me, unless you tryna losе that b+tch
all of my clothes overseas, thеy be chinese
i had to go ahead and boot my fit

[verse 1]
rick owen, never seen boots like this
[?]
don’t play with me, i’m finna lose my sh+t
f+ck up the room if i lose my sh+t
i’m tryna see who gon’ take my sh+t
these n+gga tryna leak my sh+t
f+ck all that, i’m finna speak my sh+t
these n+gga really be weak like sh+t
i can get much of that back in a week time back, b+tch
she don’t give brain, got a weak mind, b+tch
draco, extended mag, with a [?], b+tch
all these n+gga rappin’ ’bout they beefs, they sh+t
got yo’ b+tch in my crib tryna eat my+ (uh huh)
i went up, now they tryna beef with him
never know, i got keep my stick
why the f+ck he tryna be like 6?
(top dog sh+t, b+tch)
(stay with a dog pack)
[verse 2]
these n+gga snitch to the feds, but they claim that they real, i don’t know what you call that
we gettin’ bread everyday you don’t know how it feel, she ain’t gettin’ a call back
i’m with the top dogs, kickin’ sh+t with the villain, p+ssy n+gga give me all that
i be posted in the crib, sippin’ on that wock’, sippin’ on that yoda
i be really on the go, gotta keep two phones, thanks to motorola
i don’t give a b+tch a chance, she f+ck with my mans, tell that b+tch, “it’s over”
i be really with the dracs’ and the sticks, i ain’t talkin’ ’bout controller
why you tryna act tough through the ‘gram? p+ssy n+gga you’s a poser
put a rack on his head, i’m watchin’ the shampoo hit his shoulders
if you really think sh+t’s bad, as it gets worse when you older
and i still ain’t even old, but i’m really tapped in with the olds
had to call up my lil’ bro, tell him, “lock in, stick to the code”
couple m’s, got a couple more, i don’t give a f+ck ’bout bein’ known
had to get rich before 16, now i’m 17 and i’m on
and as soon as a n+gga turns 18, know i’m callin’ up rubi rose

[chorus]
ayy, these n+gga try count me out, but they already know they can’t stop me, mmh
why would you walk in that spot with that b+tch, knowin’ d+mn well she already topped me?
don’t give a f+ck ’bout they top three (huh)
’cause all of them n+ggas they clones and they copy
these n+gga leakin’, it’s not me
but don’t give a f+ck, i get bread with no ig
n+ggas they walk in the club with no id
these n+gga already knew that sh+t
these n+gga get a lil’ bread off of signing
f+ck around, and go ahead and blew that b+tch
don’t know why that n+gga tryin’ to try me, unless you tryna lose that b+tch
all of my clothes overseas, they be chinese
i had to go ahead and boot my fit
[outro]
top dog

- slump6s lyrics

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