Count Me Out

[Intro]
(Yeah, yeah)
Top dog

[Chorus]
Ayy, these nigga try count me out, but they already know they can't stop me, mmh
Why would you walk in that spot with that bitch, knowin' damn well she already topped me?
Don't give a fuck 'bout they top three
'Cause all of them niggas they clones and they copy
These nigga leakin', it's not me
But don't give a fuck, I get bread with no IG
Niggas they walk in the club with no ID
These nigga already knew that shit
These nigga get a lil' bread off of signing
Fuck around, and go ahead and blew that bitch
Don't know why that nigga tryin' to try me, unless you tryna losе that bitch
All of my clothes overseas, thеy be Chinese
I had to go ahead and boot my fit

[Verse 1]
Rick Owen, never seen boots like this
[?]
Don't play with me, I'm finna lose my shit
Fuck up the room if I lose my shit
I'm tryna see who gon' take my shit
These nigga tryna leak my shit
Fuck all that, I'm finna speak my shit
These nigga really be weak like shit
I can get much of that back in a week time back, bitch
She don't give brain, got a weak mind, bitch
Draco, extended mag, with a [?], bitch
All these nigga rappin' 'bout they beefs, they shit
Got yo' bitch in my crib tryna eat my- (Uh huh)
I went up, now they tryna beef with him
Never know, I got keep my stick
Why the fuck he tryna be like 6?
(Top dog shit, bitch)
(Stay with a dog pack)

[Verse 2]
These nigga snitch to the feds, but they claim that they real, I don't know what you call that
We gettin' bread everyday you don't know how it feel, she ain't gettin' a call back
I'm with the Top dogs, kickin' shit with the villain, pussy nigga give me all that
I be posted in the crib, sippin' on that Wock', sippin' on that Yoda
I be really on the go, gotta keep two phones, thanks to Motorola
I don't give a bitch a chance, she fuck with my mans, tell that bitch, "It's over"
I be really with the Dracs' and the sticks, I ain't talkin' 'bout controller
Why you tryna act tough through the 'gram? Pussy nigga you's a poser
Put a rack on his head, I'm watchin' the shampoo hit his shoulders
If you really think shit's bad, as it gets worse when you older
And I still ain't even old, but I'm really tapped in with the olds
Had to call up my lil' bro, tell him, "Lock in, stick to the code"
Couple M's, got a couple more, I don't give a fuck 'bout bein' known
Had to get rich before 16, now I'm 17 and I'm on
And as soon as a nigga turns 18, know I'm callin' up Rubi Rose

[Chorus]
Ayy, these nigga try count me out, but they already know they can't stop me, mmh
Why would you walk in that spot with that bitch, knowin' damn well she already topped me?
Don't give a fuck 'bout they top three (Huh)
'Cause all of them niggas they clones and they copy
These nigga leakin', it's not me
But don't give a fuck, I get bread with no IG
Niggas they walk in the club with no ID
These nigga already knew that shit
These nigga get a lil' bread off of signing
Fuck around, and go ahead and blew that bitch
Don't know why that nigga tryin' to try me, unless you tryna lose that bitch
All of my clothes overseas, they be Chinese
I had to go ahead and boot my fit

[Outro]
Top dog