One of Uzi’s earlier songs, he shows off his lyrical ability in a grittier tone in this old but gold hype song.
[Intro]
Count them rolls, count them rolls (Whoo)
When a bitch suck my dick, I be like "Whoo"
If I'm countin' more than a thousand dollars, I be like, "Whoo, count them rolls, damn"
[Verse]
The Audi on wrist and the Audi, my whip and the R8 ain't come with a ceiling (Skrrt)
Tec-9 what I grip, and it got cooling kit and the clip, that bitch got a extension (Brr)
The laser on it, a fuck nigga better be quick 'cause I swear to god, I'm not missin'
I probably won't miss, I put a bullet in your head, and change your whole image (I'll kill you)
I just talked to Wiz, I told Addie "Call me", ain't talk to my guy in a minute (Waddup addy)
I went to the party, the bitches all on me, I'm pullin' Brazilian and Remy (Suck my dick)
If it 'bout the Benjis, don't play my Benjis, bustin' at you with the semi
I 'member when we was fuckin' a shawty in the basement, her name ****
My style doin' damage, diamonds they dancin', hair on her neck, it be standin'
My pistols be twins, they clip be five-ten, it kind of remind me of Shannon
But I can not worry 'bout Shannon
My niggas eatin', you look famished
I'm drinkin' that lean and I'm xannin'
Lil Uzi gon' be just richer than them, that's word to my nigga Don Cannon
Talkin' that shit then I blam 'em
Wait, that nigga be runnin', I mean the plural, that nigga rannin'
I got a bitch all on me, yes, she be chewin' my dick up
I be just killin' this shit, when she eatin' the nut, it be givin' her hiccups
You should have worked out, shoot you in your stomach, motherfucker should've did sit-ups
I don't give a fuck motherfucker, now you talkin', nigga, get up
I been gettin' money, how bout you?
Your bitch all on me, how bout you?
How that's your bitch, she suckin' my dick once again, now she talkin' 'bout you
I told that bitch eat me, I'm killin' it
I told that niggam I be fillin' it
Man, Lil Uzi, Lil Uzi, Lil Uzi that nigga on top of Philly, like literally
I don't give a fuck, lil' nigga, I swear to god, I hope that you die
They say, "Why you dye your hair pink, nigga?", I don't know, them Xans got me too high
I told that bitch, I just be doin' it
Ain't understand me, don't give a fuck
Hit a nigga with a twenty shot, twenty shot right to his chin like a uppercut
Lil Uzi he just be stupid, told your bitch that I am ruthless
She suckin' my dick and she suckin' my dick and it feel like that bitch she is toothless
Wooh
Count them rolls, count them rolls, count them rolls (Take a break, count this god damn money, shit)
Count them rolls, count them rolls, count them rolls
Count them rolls, count them rolls
Just talked to my plug, yeah, he got that Actavis, just for him like by check
And you the type nigga that be on the block, still tryna sip on that Hi-Tech
I don't give a fuck nigga, what the fuck, I might just hit your right up (Brrt)
I told that bitch, "Suck me up, suck me up, suck me up, no, no, no, I don't want to fuck"
Lil Uzi crazy, Lil Uzi crazy, I did this shit in a day, day
I'm gettin' Nachos, movin' that work, I ain't talkin' bout the libre
I'm not with that he say, she say
Not with the he say, she say
I take his main and his side-bitch and we proceed right to the three-way, damn
[Outro]
Count them rolls, count them rolls, count them rolls
Count them rolls, count them rolls, count them rolls
Count them rolls, count them rolls, count them rolls
Count them rolls, count them rolls, count them rolls
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Count them rolls, Uzi Gang, count them rolls
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Count Dem Rolls was written by Lil Uzi Vert.
Count Dem Rolls was produced by .
Lil Uzi Vert released Count Dem Rolls on Sun Nov 30 2014.