
Count Me Out Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2024
Lyrics
Them niggas try to count me out
Till I got it in, now they in a drought
I just wanna win, they just want the clout
Seen them going dry something like a towel
I done went broke so many times
Had to make it flip, nigga, like a frown
I ain't never switched, took the same route
Took a lot of risks till it came out
They don't got no paper, but these niggas folders
I knew I'd be rich, when I get older
You lovin' the bitch, don't even know her
By winter time, givin' cold shoulders
That's on the gang, why you tryna hold her?
When you notice, it hit like a boulder, huh?
Purple the jeans, I ain't cuttin' the tag
200 on these, I'm making them mad
Huh, huh, how you my brother, you hate when I getting the bag
Swervin' the foreign, I'm wildin' the fuck out
Bro in the cat, and I'm ridin' the Jag
876 baby, I'm wavin' the flag
Shout-out to my momma, shout-out to my dad
I'm doin' it big, I'm just hopin' they glad
I'm tryna get everything we never had
Uh, why you be with me just wastin' my time
And I know the feelin', it should be a crime
Before I head out, I'ma dig in her mind
Her memory of me, it be easy to find
They pay me to speak, cause the way that I rhyme
This time next year, they gon' pay me a dime
You niggas are clowns, that make me a mime
They gave me the crown, and I ain't in my prime
Them niggas try to count me out
Till I got it in, now they in a drought
I just wanna win, they just want the clout
Seen them going dry something like a towel
I done went broke so many times
Had to make it flip, nigga, like a frown
I ain't never switched, took the same route
Took a lot of risks till it came out
They don't got no paper, but these niggas folders
I knew I'd be rich, when I get older
You lovin' the bitch, don't even know her
By winter time, givin' cold shoulders
That's on the gang, why you tryna hold her?
When you notice, it hit like a boulder, huh?
Purple the jeans, I ain't cuttin' the tag
200 on these, I'm making them mad
(Don't got no paper but these niggas folders)
(Huh, I knew I'd be rich huh, when I get older)
(Huh, La Jay)