
Dont Count On Me Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2024
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