Countin Up

[Intro: BandGang Lonnie Bands]
(J, this shit too crazy)
Hey

[Chorus: BandGang Lonnie Bands & RTB MB]
Huh, we'll get to chargin' this bitch up, bring your generator
We'll get to chargin' this bitch up, huh, huh
We'll get to throwin' this shit up, we brought a lot of paper
We'll get to throwin' this shit up, huh, huh
Damn, I done fucked around and got a motherfuckin' paper cut
Countin' this shit up, huh, huh
Damn, I done fucked around and got a motherfuckin' paper cut
Countin' this shit up (Nigga)

[Verse 1: RTB MB]
MB got that dog food, I was packin' lunch
Put another fully on that switch, it's a Pack-a-Punch
All I wear is SBs, how the fuck I trap in Dunks?
Swervin' in them jet-skis, rollin' up and passin' Runtz
Fuck this rap shit, like it's Christmas, we be wrappin' punks
I be on the road with straight 'bows, this ain't Cap'n Crunch

[Verse 2: The Godfather]
I be in the mall buyin' shit like I ain't had enough
Spendin' twenty with the plug, tell him wrap it up
You can make a hundred out a brick if you add thе cut
I used to skip class and go and fuck a bitch right after lunch
Pourin' Wocky in the crеam, mixed it up with purple punch

[Verse 3: OnFully]
I had to recount, I'm gettin' paper cuts, this shit crack me up
In that two-seater [?][1:01], the hoes lappin' up
Feel like Jay when I tell these hoes all I do is run it up
You an idiot if you ain't tuned in, we all get loony stuff
Out of town, get bitches excited, know that's just that groupie love

[Verse 4: OnFully, RTB MB & The Godfather]
Let me breathe, bitches want my seed, throw her ten, beat
I got my Glock hangin' out my jeans, I'm on TMZ
I ain't dead, what the fuck you think? I ain't TMC
I feel like Yak, ho, let me roll up, can't be in peace
I got exotics and exotic hoes at the Bnb
I'm in a Rolls lookin' at the stars, I'm in the galaxy
With a bitch that's a nine, servin' bricks in Tennessee
Bitch, you knew your role 'fore we got entangled, why you mad at me?
Another opp died, he checked out, another R.I.P.
Out in public, drivin' with my shades on, Eazy E
Bitch said she wanna be alone, so I text her B-E-T
You take one, we take five, don't shit slide, we play for keeps

[Chorus: BandGang Lonnie Bands]
Huh, we'll get to chargin' this bitch up, bring your generator
We'll get to chargin' this bitch up, huh, huh
We'll get to throwin' this shit up, we brought a lot of paper
We'll get to throwin' this shit up, huh, huh
Damn, I done fucked around and got a motherfuckin' paper cut
Countin' this shit up, huh, huh
Damn, I done fucked around and got a motherfuckin' paper cut
Countin' this shit up