Dont Count On Me Lyrics

When Niggas treat you like, like, like, you ain't worth

Nothing you, you're supposed to show niggas

You're supposed to go crazy

Just stay focused, nigga

Like, a lot of girls, a lot of niggas gon' count you out

Just stay in your lane, focus on you

I hope she ain't counting on me, yeah

I just been drinkin' lean, lean

Ask but you hardly see, me

I know I'm the one they envy

Whole lotta blue and green cheese

Dogging this arabic ski

Yves saint laurent on my feet

My lil' bitch diamonds Fiji

These lil' niggas wanna be me

Let your BM throat me

Talkin' that money, show me

Fuck everything you told me

Rather tag a nigga Tee

Go from white to burgundy

Hoppin' in a foreign 10-speed

She know I don't do a thing cheap

She give me top in a renty

Lil' niggas cannot compete

He don't really want no smoke with me

All these racks, I'm still me

We would do a nigga filthy

Street grew up we served feens

With your lady surfing

Drink me when she thirsty

I might swing that bitch to my bro

I might never love no hoe

Whole lotta dark, long nights in the cold

Give it some time, your colors show

Bitch ain't for me, I let her go

Kicked the lil' dumb bitch out my door

Marleys and the Russians, whole lotta smoke

End the discussion, you so broke

I'm on X and codeine

Ain't no flexin' on me

You niggas in the nosebleed

Niggas hatin' odee

Brand new Rollie

Top me guaranteed

Ruin her Maybelline

But ain't no wedding ring

Ugh, ugh ugh ugh

Ugh, ugh ugh ugh

Ugh, ugh ugh ugh

This bitch just trying to tease me

And she a freak

And she go' deep

Not my main squeeze

I hit it then I leave

You Not my family

Can't disturb my energy

I don't give a fuck what she think

I ain't gon' bother to read

Bitch is not my queen

Damn bitch, what about history

You Told me you had me till infinity

That just been killing me mentally

Every time you see me, you bash me

Know I wasn't there emotionally

But I still come through physically

I was locked up, you ain't visit

Whole time I thought it was chemistry

Knowing deep down you was dead wrong

I'm sippin' on lean to the red gone

I got addicted to tech

Like Nike, I keep me a check

Anything I do, get her wet

I was hittin' his bitch, he was vexed

She denying that she was your ex

And you still got an S on your chest

I hope she ain't counting on me, yeah

I just been drinkin' lean, lean

Ask but you hardly see, me

I know I'm the one they envy

Whole lotta blue and green cheese

Dogging this arabic ski

Yves saint laurent on my feet

My lil' bitch diamonds Fiji

These lil' niggas wanna be me

Let your BM throat me

Talkin' that money, show me

Fuck everything you told me

Rather tag a nigga Tee

Go from white to burgundy

Hoppin' in a foreign 10-speed

She know I don't do a thing cheap

Ugh, ugh ugh ugh

Ugh, ugh ugh ugh

Ugh, ugh ugh ugh