Counted Me Out

I married the streets and I swear that i love her
She mean alot to me but i dont trust her
Catch you down bad if you play wid my brother
Brrr brrr I love when it stutter
Dont say my name cus u know it get back to me
Ain't no script better watch how you act with me
When we pull it look like the cavalry
You was my homie how you turn your back on me
I was that nigga that looked out for u
I was that nigga that taught you to shoot
I was that nigga that caught that boy slippin that beat up yo brother
He missin a tooth
They say that boy he be snapping like shutters I pick up my cutter I know what to do
Damn
They dont want smoke wid da troops man you know we on go
They want smoke we pollute
I know sum gangsters thats toting that tool like mechanic they tryna put holes u in crew
Bitch I been paying off my mama new house niggas know what im about fuck the clothes and the shoes
They tell me keep up
If it's up then its stuck we gone leave it up
Name a bitch in da city bet we can fuck
I know fake I know real it dont be enough
Like a fat bitch in skinnys
I keep It tucked

(Gun cock sound)

Jump in the whip and im cruising
New bitches I'm never reusing
Who the fuck do they got me confused with
Man i Got a new bitch she gone swallow me treat me like solomon out in Jerusalem
Niggas tryna find out what I'm doin
Yeah but I got the heat I'm coolin
Man i Dont need no shooters I'm good I know plenty
Dont pop out cus I'm in the hood like a engine
Clip drop out like It got expelled its extended
I told niggas we never fail and I meant it
Bitch Ion want play yo cootie cat
Get around like u pac i dont fool with that
Call up dawg tell em who he gone shoot his ass
It ain't nun he won't do for a scooby snack
Get around I'm like im pac wid da uber man
Gotta problem I pull up on u and ask
Was u thinking I pull up on u and lack
Do u dirty then hop in my coupe and smash
Man I knew when they said that they love me
That shit den mean nothin
But shit ain new to that
When I den have no help I was struggling made something from nuthin off hustilin wea u was at
Had to run up that paper it may not be later we die everyday ain't no coming back
If you turned your back on me no turning back
How they counting me out and I'm counting racks
Bitch

(GLG who really Run Atlanta
Fuck the other side all the opps broke, Free tha Gang )