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wavyliljet – counting the guap lyrics

[intro]
aye!
y’all n-ggas know what the f-ck going on
lil jet in this b-tch bout to take off in the muhf-cka!
rapper coming from nc on that new wave sh-t!
what you know bout bag?
what you know bout that cash n-gga, huh?
(how you know bout that bag n-gga?)
oh how do i know…? cause…

[chorus]
i just be counting the guap (x4)
i run to the bag i don’t stop (x3)
i’m pulling the wraith off the lot

[verse 1]
i’m getting that cash to the top
i’m pulling the wraith off the lot
i’m shootin’ and runnin’ from cops
all this ice on ’cause i’m hot
you run up on me you get popped
it came with the beam on the glock
you n-ggas just watch like a clock
i run to the cash yeah the guap

[chorus]
i just be counting the guap (x4)
i run to the bag i don’t stop (x3)
i’m pulling the wraith off the lot

[verse 2]
pull off in a wraith no phantom
diamonds on me and they dancin’
yeah i’m lit just like a lantern
and my b-tch says that i’m handsome
f-ck with me take you for ransome
i just might buy me a mansion
i’m living my life it’s so lavish
i’m getting this green like it’s cabbage
my diamonds they dance they attacking
i pull out the mac and start hackin’
lil n-gga want none of this action
all addition there is no subtraction

[chorus]
i just be counting the guap (x4)
i run to the bag i don’t stop (x3)
i’m pulling the wraith off the lot

[verse 3]
i’m ballin’ so hard like i’m davis
i’m flexing so hard they can’t take it
these n-ggas so plain yeah they basic
you fans have been waitin’ so patient
i’m sippin’ that lean like a patient
i’m smoking that gas like jamaicans
you know that that i’m feelin’ amazin’
i came up from nothin’ like haitans
(d-mn what!?)
my whip look like a sp-ce station
(huh? yeah!)
i’m gettin’ this bag and they hate it
(wow, hate!)
you n-ggas so mad i’m elated
me and broke n-ggas are never related
i’m first always you n-ggas belated!

[chorus – wavyliljet]
i just be counting the guap (x4)
i run to the bag i don’t stop (x3)
i’m pulling the wraith off the lot

[verse]
these n-ggas test me like a questionnaire
my diamonds they shine like a solar flare
you n-ggas can hate me but i don’t care
these b-tches walk by me and stop and stare
i just might go off and go to paris
she ridin’ my d-ck like f-ckin’ carriage
in love with the money can’t do no marriage
i’m running it up like a f-cking errand

[outro]
i just be counting the guap (x4)
i run to the bag i don’t stop (x2)
i’m ballin’ so hard that i’m hot!
i’m that n-gga you must’ve forgot!

- wavyliljet lyrics

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