Count It Up | Duffel Bag

Hunnid bands, Taliban bands through machinery
Let that stick talk and dirty Sprite ain't nothing new to me
Take that dirty money hoe, flip a brick and hit the streets
Hit a stove and cook it up-

Bitch
My nigga hit a lick with a duffel bag
Trap house, trap house, run it back

Bans, yea

My nigga hit a lick with a duffel bag
Trap house hit a lick do the dash
First we kick a nigga door, bodies on the floor
Hunnids, gimme more, run it up, don’t spend it onna hoe

Keep my .40 tucked, rocket hanging on my waist
7 shots make a closed casket 'cause it hit your face
Take that dirty money ho, count it up, hit the bank
Said she never fucked, well lie to God bitch you ain’t celibate

Hunnid bands, Taliban bands through machinery
Let that stick talk and dirty Sprite ain't nothing new to me
Take that dirty money hoe, flip a brick and hit the streets
Hit a stove and cook it up, bitch, you know you used to me

Aye
Count it up
Count it up
Count it up

Count it up
Run it up, fuck it up
Ain’t no talkin crazy nigga aye just test your luck
Just like a pic, I’ll take da switch, and go and flick it up

Aye
Count it up
Count it up
Count it up

Count it up
Run it up, fuck it up
Ain’t no talkin crazy nigga aye don't test your luck
Just like a pic, I’ll take da switch, and go and flick it up

My nigga masked up with a duffel bag
Trap house, hit a lick, do the dash
First we kick a nigga door, bodies on the floor
Hunnids, gimme more, run it up, don’t spend it onna hoe

Keep my .40 tucked, rocket hanging on my waist
7 shots, make a closed casket, make it hit your face
Take that dirty money ho, count it up, hit the bank
Said she never —— well lie to —— you ain’t celibate

Aye Bans
You ain’t celibate