Numbers ft. Samo Blamo Lyrics

Chapo

I went down in numbers

How you make a onion flip

I got the pack and fumbled

But now it's chirping like a bitch

An I ain't got no slumber

I'm-a push it til the end

Counting up my dividend

I ain't gon' fuck it up again

I went down in numbers

How you make a onion flip

I got the pack and fumbled

But now it's chirping like a bitch

An I ain't got no slumber

I'm-a push it til the end

Counting up my dividend

I ain't gon' fuck it up again

Ain't no fucking up these racks

Ain't no fucking up these packs

I got a closet full of clothes

All a nigga know is track

All a nigga know is trap

Crashed the whip, I'll get it back

Lost the crib, I'll get it back

Pray to me, you'll get it back

What you know about this and that

You got that bowl, ain't get it back

You got a pocket full of cabbage

But yo homie needed that

You broke your phone, You needed Jack

You broke your bone, they needed crack

I got them bowls, they need it back

Like bitch I'm down, I need a Mac

I was down, but now I'm up

I bet you now they give a fuck

I was selling all my shit

Cause I believe in re-ing up

Like how you living ain't being up

Like being down and broke as fuck

Ain't got no food up in the crib

Got a Gram You tryna clutch

I went down in numbers

How you make a onion flip

I got the pack and fumbled

But now it's chirping like a bitch

An I ain't got no slumber

I'm-a push it til the end

Counting up my dividend

I ain't gon' fuck it up again

I went down in numbers

How you make a onion flip

I got the pack and fumbled

But now it's chirping like a bitch

An I ain't got no slumber

I'm-a push it til the end

Counting up my dividend

I ain't gon' fuck it up again

Ghost gang

Ship em out

Pack em up

Trap em out

Weigh em up

Don't run out

Go reup

Times hard

Had enough

Sensei Flippa, free Snappo, FBF Aye baybay

Come get up wit me

I got plays feel like I'm him today

Come pick yo poison

We got white girl, we got Lisa Ray

Draco noisy

Shut the fuck up, make me bum your way

Tight work, slight work

This mini micro might burst, shit might hurt

Think bout it

Must not want your white shirt

Make up your mind you wanna be in the street

Better keep you a glizzy on deck

Keep that heat just in case you got beef you don't know about

Better stay calm and collect

Concrete jungle my city

I do not eat Chick-fil-A

I just stack money on money on money

I don't need a bae

I went down in numbers

How you make a onion flip

I got the pack and fumbled

But now it's chirping like a bitch

An I ain't got no slumber

I'm-a push it til the end

Counting up my dividend

I ain't gon' fuck it up again

I went down in numbers

How you make a onion flip

I got the pack and fumbled

But now it's chirping like a bitch

An I ain't got no slumber

I'm-a push it til the end

Counting up my dividend

I ain't gon' fuck it up again