count me out

Me and my gang smoke on, Me and my gang smoke on loud

I do all these drugs but this shit can't help me figure it out

She said that she love me, I guess it's the thought that counts

I'm still working hard in this shit, bitch, no you can't count me out

Choppa is gon' blow, choppa is gon' gun em down

surpressor on the glock so when we shoot, bitch, it won't make a sound

I got hella thoughts, and its so hard tryna figure it out

I can't stand a thot like why this bitch saying she love me now

I get money and I flip it, I give that hoe dick, then she saying she miss me

Yeah, bitch, yeah, I'm on a mission