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[Chorus]
I got what you need
Bitches feed off my energy
I got the flow, I got the bars, I got the melody
You say you sick of me then I got the remedy
Bitch I'm repping
Pop Life Pop Life
Till the damn death of me
Keep a
45 45 45
It's gon cause an injury
Niggas ain't got
No life no life
So they try to get at me
Keep on dripping sauce on bitches
Might be sour, it ain't sweet
Ion lose my temper
If I do then imma black on beats

[Verse 1: Zay Doe]
Wide open field is where I blackout like a castaway
That boy was hating yesterday but he ain’t see today
And niggas barking like a dog bout how they getting play
But Zay Doe truly fornicate while other niggas masturbate
My nigga Tracy at the crib say he got bitches naked
Around the place and tipping low like its the town of H &
She scared of Henny but it seem that she can’t even chase it
We getting waisted like some liquid falling out containers
Boy you not aware of the way that I repair
I’m new tires for the game & you a quick spare
My vision green everywhere
Celtics play where?
And I’ll get Paul pierced like he went to Claire’s
My nigga my nigga
We flipping this money like issa gymnast
Just got a few racks in from a few backends
We in the lab like a chemist
Just left outta Dallas to pick up the package so all my niggas gon split it
I got a few shooters that’s holding the ruger &
They aiming right at ya kidney

[Chorus]
Watch me count these bands while I do it for the fans aye. (aye)
Watch me count these bands while I do it for my fam aye. (aye)
Watch me count these bands while I do it for the fans aye. (aye)
Watch me count these bands dead niggas in my hands aye. (aye)

Watch me count these bands while I do it for the fans aye. (aye)
Watch me count these bands while I do it for my fam aye
Watch me count these bands while I do it for the fans aye. (aye)
Watch me count these bands dead niggas in my hands aye. (aye)

I got what you need
Bitches feed off my energy
I got the flow, I got the bars, I got the melody
You say you sick of me then I got the remedy
Bitch I'm repping
Pop Life Pop Life
Till the damn death of me
Keep a
45 45 45
It's gon cause an injury
Niggas ain't got
No life no life
So they try to get at me
Keep on dripping sauce on bitches
Might be sour, it ain't sweet
Ion lose my temper
If I do then imma black on beats

[Verse 2: Lil Brownie]
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[Chorus]
Watch me count these bands while I do it for the fans aye. (aye)
Watch me count these bands while I do it for my fam aye. (aye)
Watch me count these bands while I do it for the fans aye. (aye)
Watch me count these bands dead niggas in my hands aye. (aye)

Watch me count these bands while I do it for the fans aye. (aye)
Watch me count these bands while I do it for my fam aye
Watch me count these bands while I do it for the fans aye. (aye)
Watch me count these bands dead niggas in my hands aye. (aye)

Watch me count these bands while I do it for the fans aye. (aye)
Watch me count these bands while I do it for my fam aye. (aye)
Watch me count these bands while I do it for the fans aye. (aye)
Watch me count these bands dead niggas in my hands aye. (aye)

Watch me count these bands while I do it for the fans aye. (aye)
Watch me count these bands while I do it for my fam aye
Watch me count these bands while I do it for the fans aye. (aye)