Count Up

[Intro]
Yeah

[Chorus]
Bullshit don't get you nowhere but off in the grave (Bullshit)
All that gossipin' 'bout me for the free don't get you paid (No)
I tossed the bitch to the side like she was a grenade (She was a grenade)
She making that booty clap like it was a parade (Clap, clap)
Know niggas doin' life in prison, they count up the days (Days)
It's hot as fuck on the yard, they work out in the shade (Work out in the shade)
Walk in that bitch with a big old chain like Flavor Flav (Woo)
I'm teaching you everything, especially how to get paid (Paid)

[Verse 1]
Teaching you everything, can't go out likе no bitch (Never)
Tryna play me likе I'm bitch-made, you go in a ditch (You go in a ditch)
I've been thuggin' since the fifth grade, I've been with the shit (Yeah)
Chopper make you hit the Harlem Shake and do a split
Yeah, I'm the type, piss you off, make you mad, get you hit (Get you hit)
I'm the type, get a new gun, put a body on the stick (On the stick)
Got a lot of shit to do, I'm flakin' out on a bitch (On a bitch)
Got a lot of bitches, I'm proud of missin' out on a flick (Woo)
I know some young niggas that'd kill to be rich (That'd kill to be rich)
I'm on that young nigga shit, filthy rich, with the shit (With the shit)
I'm on the block hustlin', I'm tryna get off a nick (Gang, gang)
Pulled up with the bullshit, bet I turn it to a skit (Hrrt)

[Chorus]
Bullshit don't get you nowhere but off in the grave (Bullshit)
All that gossipin' 'bout me for the free don't get you paid (No)
I tossed the bitch to the side like she was a grenade (She was a grenade)
She making that booty clap like it was a parade (Clap, clap)
Know niggas doin' life in prison, they count up the days (Days)
It's hot as fuck on the yard, they work out in the shade (Work out in the shade)
Walk in that bitch with a big old chain like Flavor Flav (Woo)
I'm teaching you everything, especially how to get paid

[Verse 2]
I'm teachin' you everything, no need for goin' broke (No)
I gotta lead by example and take care of my folks (Takin' care of my folks)
Gotta leave the streets alone, give no fuck if it's comin' slow (Yeah)
I'ma keep it quiet as fuck, give no fuck what they wanna know (Fuck 'em)
Tryna calm my young niggas down from kickin' doors
Gotta help them young niggas wisen up ASAP because they throwed (Throwed)
I'ma tell you now, you don't wanna get caught cookin' on a stove (Cookin' on that stove)
They give you life, you get caught with your hand off in that bowl (Yeah)
Young nigga, he retarded, all he know is take a soul (All he know is take a soul)
Young nigga pop out with the shit like he in a commode (He in a commode)
He takin' a lunch break 'fore he pick up a load (He pick up a load)
You know it costs money when you runnin' through the tolls

[Chorus]
Bullshit don't get you nowhere but off in the grave (Bullshit)
All that gossipin' 'bout me for the free don't get you paid (No)
I tossed the bitch to the side like she was a grenade (She was a grenade)
She making that booty clap like it was a parade (Clap, clap)
Know niggas doin' life in prison, they count up the days (Days)
It's hot as fuck on the yard, they work out in the shade (Work out in the shade)
Walk in that bitch with a big old chain like Flavor Flav (Woo)
I'm teaching you everything, especially how to get paid (Paid)