ysr gramz – count me out lyrics
[intro]
(d+mn, boom made this?)
[chorus]
so many ‘bows in this crib, i’m finna sell ’em out
they just like my lil’ bro up, i’m tryna bail him out
b+tch, if i give you good d+ck, you better not run your mouth
lil’ b+tch p+ssy so good, f+cked her on the couch
stop blowin’ up my phone, you only want an ounce
b+tch, i always keep ‘za, i never seen a drought
i gotta go a lil’ harder, they tryna count me out
i don’t need a gun, n+gga, i’ll knock him out
[verse]
like a basketball game, i’ll box him out
i’m always sh+t talkin’, i got a dirty mouth
my lil’ cousin gd from the dirty south
found out that n+gga location, pulled up to his house
the feds on the block, pack it up and bounce
n+ggas slid but it ain’t hit sh+t, n+gga, it don’t count
a n+gga touch me, gon’ get found in the lost and found
cappin’, rappin’+ass lil’ n+gga need a cap and gown
i’m finna call my lil’ n+ggas up, it’s some straps around
he don’t know i got the gun on me, tryna pat me down
i can’t put my faith in a b+tch, she gon’ let me down
f+cked this b+tch two times, she want anothеr round
[chorus]
so many ‘bows in this crib, i’m finna sell ’em out
they just likе my lil’ bro up, i’m tryna bail him out
b+tch, if i give you good d+ck, you better not run your mouth
lil’ b+tch p+ssy so good, f+cked her on the couch
stop blowin’ up my phone, you only want an ounce
b+tch, i always keep ‘za, i never seen a drought
i gotta go a lil’ harder, they tryna count me out
i don’t need a gun, n+gga, i’ll knock him out
[verse 2]
why the f+ck you tryna beef and you ain’t got a band?
i really thought i liked this b+tch until i got up in
don’t even ask me if i got it, know i got fn
n+ggas sneaky ’round this b+tch, that’s why i ain’t got no friends
i can’t even fall asleep, t, let me buy your xans
i really came up doin’ hand+to+hand
your music wack as h+ll, i am not no fan
sent so many shots at his house, sound like a marchin’ band
you wanna be a young sack runner, we gotta jump you in
i only got jumped one time, ain’t get jumped again
this b+tch wet the whole ‘wood up, won’t hit the blunt again
my n+gga just served a white boy, look like jeremy lin
[chorus]
so many ‘bows in this crib, i’m finna sell ’em out
they just like my lil’ bro up, i’m tryna bail him out
b+tch, if i give you good d+ck, you better not run your mouth
lil’ b+tch p+ssy so good, f+cked her on the couch
stop blowin’ up my phone, you only want an ounce
b+tch, i always keep ‘za, i never seen a drought
i gotta go a lil’ harder, they tryna count me out
i don’t need a gun, n+gga, i’ll knock him out
[outro]
(d+mn, boom made this?)
(tell ’em rich, rich)
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