Count me out Lyrics

If you ain’t talking digits you can count me out

Post-traumatic stress got me acting out

What you about

Pedal to the metal got me blacking out

So I tell ‘em pay me for my niggas come and pack you out

Homie I’ve been rapping hard ever since I was a lackey, now the boy doing apeshit, what you know about me,

Niggas hate that they can’t have my plate , if you want attention you gon have to pay me for it

All you niggas boring and I ain’t saying sorry for the shit I’m bout to cause yeah you should’ve seen me coming .

never with the gimmicks It’s authentic when I speak I could put it on my kin if I said it on a beat

I see rappers tryna peep , the blueprint , of course you want a piece of me

I got a chip on my shoulder, this ain’t over til your necks in a noose

We was poor we poop

Hit a nigga with the left jab , then sneak his ass with a combo

Spin yo block like pronto,

Twin glocks like Pablo

It’s mr carter junior, pulling pistols at intruders let it ‘Wayne’ on your parade, i get insane when niggas fake lifestyle when you ain’t even in the game , im so ashamed of y’all, so I’m here to pave the way for y’all,

If you ain’t talking digits you can count me out

Post-traumatic stress got me acting out

What you about

Pedal to the metal got me blacking out

So I tell ‘em pay me for my niggas come and pack you out

Homie I’ve been rapping hard ever since I was a lackey, now the boy doing apeshit, what you know about me,

Niggas hate that they can’t have my plate , if you want attention you gon have to pay me for it

All you niggas boring and I ain’t saying sorry for the shit I’m bout to cause yeah you should’ve seen me coming .

Rap is irrelevant , cause of you niggas irrelevant , walk in a room full of snakes only thing missing is the elephant , rap niggas changing elements, I don’t want none of it

Going afro then come back and cap about how you rap

You ain’t no real nigga you wack

I’ve bigger balls than your pack

I’ve got 3stacks on my back flow I ain’t never gon fall back.

You can catch these hands or you can catch they guns , either way its trick or treat when we see you bums ,

All you boys my sons , so I’m here with the milk

I heard your moms been gone I’m not the only one that dipped ,

Family first , I could never be in denial

Mess with em and watch me sit my ass up in trial

If you ain’t talking digits you can count me out

Post-traumatic stress got me acting out

What you about

Pedal to the metal got me blacking out

So I tell ‘em pay me for my niggas come and pack you out

Homie I’ve been rapping hard ever since I was a lackey, now the boy doing apeshit, what you know about me,

Niggas hate that they can’t have my plate , if you want attention you gon have to pay me for it

All you niggas boring and I ain’t saying sorry for the shit I’m bout to cause yeah you should’ve seen me coming .