Count It Lyrics

Go head Count it

When I'm cashing up from distance got the touch of me I book it like I'm Devin

Tell me that you found it

When I'm searching for my head when they moving and I'm feeling under pressure

And they doubt it

Yea, sending all the hate ain't seeing it my way swear this shit it make no sense to me

Pound it

She keep dialing at gate come stay up at the place and you know I move with silence

Came in I drove it pilot

Put in the ends off mileage

Count it perfect timing

Ghostin' mode when I drive it

Liftoff I just do it for sport

Fifty piece put the ball in your court

County clubs too heavy on tone

Purple tones keep me all in the zone

Ten down, I stay all on my toes

Private shit, it was never for show

Blast off, that's just how I roll

Big flames, I keep on my smoke

It's Clutchy on a roll

Tryna catch me when I'm slowed

Imma let em' let you know

Droppin' buckets, ice cold

Carried by the saints, prayed for better days

Just level and maintain I been way up out the range

Sippin' lemonade, MC for the gang

Blazing out the train, Count it make it bang

Go head Count it

When I'm cashing up from distance got the touch of me I book it like I'm Devin

Tell me that you found it

When I'm searching for my head when they moving and I'm feeling under pressure

And they doubt it

Yea, sending all the hate ain't seeing it my way swear this shit it make no sense to me

Pound it

She keep dialing at gate come stay up at the place and you know I move with silence

The room had felt electric

My mind was disconnected

When my life was feeling hectic

On some three point Michael Redd shit

My trip was so eccentric

Play wit the strings like Hendrix

Carry the bag like Dalvin

Kicked out league like Calvin

Menace on the court, no stoppin' me

Ain't no option two or three

Come and match my energy

Don't know what they see in me

Yea it's Clutchy boi

Heavy in the paint

Heavy on my melodie's

Count it make it rain

They misunderstood

Yea took me for the fool

Did everything I could

Don't feel nothing, shit ain't new

Go hide until like June

Lately I been on the move

Maneuvers to the moon

Clutch Status coming soon

Go head Count it

When I'm cashing up from distance got the touch of me I book it like I'm Devin

Tell me that you found it

When I'm searching for my head when they moving and I'm feeling under pressure

And they doubt it

Yea, sending all the hate ain't seeing it my way swear this shit it make no sense to me

Pound it

She keep dialing at gate come stay up at the place and you know I move with silence