Count Up

[Intro]
Like (Smoking gas)
I-I stay making bangers, bro
And that's facts (Posted with them shooters and they, uh)
And you can't, argue with that (I can't even count up all the, uh)
Like
Straight up

[Chorus]
I can't even count up all the bangers that I made (Yeah)
Posted with them shooters, and they ain't never afraid (Posted)
Pull up on the block, and you know that we finna spray (Spray that shit)
Wait, I rock with shooters, Steph and Clay (Ay, yeah)
I can't even count up all the bangers that I made (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Posted with them shooters, and they ain't nevеr afraid (Yeah, yeah, posted)
Pull up on thе block, and you know that we finna spray (Spray that shit)
Wait, I rock with shooters, Steph and Clay (Ay, yeah)

[Verse 1:]
I can't stop making hits, (I can't stop)
Pull up, know I'm with the shits (Pull up)
Serving fiends, getting rich (Serve)
Hop on the track, kill this shit (Yuh heard?)
Headed up, pyramids, (Up)
Yeah Giza (Yeah, yeah)
My songs getting 'round (Yeah)
Like pizza
Getting all the money, I'ma count up (Count 'em up)
Money spread out all over the counter (Spread it out)
I'ma get up, you a Debbie Downer (Get 'em out)
You lost your bitch, but I just went and found her (I get her now)

[Chorus]
I can't even count up all the bangers that I made (Yeah)
Posted with them shooters, and they ain't never afraid (Posted)
Pull up on the block, and you know that we finna spray (Spray that shit)
Wait, I rock with shooters, Steph and Clay (Ay, yeah)
I can't even count up all the bangers that I made (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Posted with them shooters, and they ain't never afraid (Yeah, yeah, posted)
Pull up on the block, and you know that we finna spray (Spray that shit)
Wait, I rock with shooters, Steph and Clay (Ay, yeah)

[Verse 2:]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, woah (Woah, woah)
Pour out lean, I poured out more (Pour out more)
Pour this shit I poured my fourth (Pourin' up)
You hating on me? Bitch, come forth (You won't pull up) (No cap)
I can't see them nowhere (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
They capping, they got no hair (Got no hair)
I might pull up to the spot, (Pull up, bitch)
But your bitch ass can't go there (Can't go)
So high up, I could touch the sky (Space)
Sippin' that drank, got bloodshot eyes (Sippin' drank)
I'ma get the bag, that's no lie (No cap)
I be getting lit, you got no lights (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Chorus]
I can't even count up all the bangers that I made (Yeah)
Posted with them shooters, and they ain't never afraid (Posted)
Pull up on the block, and you know that we finna spray (Spray that shit)
Wait, I rock with shooters, Steph and Clay (Ay, yeah)
I can't even count up all the bangers that I made (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Posted with them shooters, and they ain't never afraid (Yeah, yeah, posted)
Pull up on the block, and you know that we finna spray (Spray that shit)
Wait, I rock with shooters, Steph and Clay (Ay, yeah)