Heaven’s Gate

[Intro]
Count it up, Count it up, Count it up, Stack
Count it up, Count it up, Count it up, Stack
Count it up, Count it up, Count it up, Stack
Bugz Ronin, he goin run it up

[Verse]
Everyday I get too high, blonde long hair and she got some blue eyes
Cartier frames, you can't see my eyes
He want beef, we're giving him Five Guys
Bitch got excited, she gave me them frog eyes
Vlone tat on me no Off White
He said he was beefing with me
She gave up that pussy for free
Pull off the lot, my tires they screech
I'm with the gang so I'm feeling like Meech
Diamonds plus one, they looking like bleach
Bitch gave me head, suck it up like a leash
No cuffing, you can't put me on a leash
Met this bitch right on the beach
Counting it up every day of the week
Balency, be dripping in Bs
Can't leave the house without my strap
Boy you a lame, you get no dap
Fuck is you on, talking that cap
Bitch give me head, face in my lap
Leave it on red, you going out sad
Hit stick him, he fumble the bag
Remember the days that I used to be sad
I came out the mud and I came out the rags
We cannot talk if it ain't about racks
Paintball, his head it's looking like splat
We call him a tire, cause we leaving him flat
That bitch she be bugging, that bitch she be extra
Butterfly doors, this not a Tesla
Five minutes in this shit is still turnt
Fuck with my bread, he getting burnt
How much money can you say that you earn
30s and sticks and they look like the Purge
I'm geeking up, zooted up off the perc
I'm getting rich but not moving the work
Diamonds electric, I call it a surge
Killing that pussy, they go on a search
I'm getting tired of the motherfucking haters
He talking shit, he get hit with the laser
Evaporation, turn him to a vapor
I am your father, I'm feeling like Vader
Pendant so heavy, I feel like am ancor
Fuck for an hour, off of this molly
Fuck for a year, off of this perc
Got a fat ass, I know she goin twerk
JD off the blitzy, he leaving this earth
Shoe pop an opp like a pimple, he burst
Gang sharing hoes, then they disperse
We fucking them, tell them to walk
Diamonds all over my cross
You a worker, can't fuck with a boss
Pair of these hoes, I feel like Rick Ross
Fresh out the bottle, I got too much sauce
You fucking with me, your life will get lost
Shit goin get Lost without a Causxe
Better not be scared, knock you off with a call
She number one, she all on these balls
Teachers told me that I wouldn't be shit
Had to do something to get out that pit
Now that I'm up they wanna take flicks
Back in the day, yeah she calling me lame
The tables have turned, yeah the times have changed
These are no rubies, these diamonds my chain
10 out of 10 bitch, I got perfect aim
Airbend the hoe, so I'm feeling like Aang
Curried up 30's, we don't go to range
Mike Tyson, I beat up that pussy
Kangaroo, man I jump in that hoe
Me and Nolan, I swear that we brothers
VVS, this shit it be bussin
Fake ass, we call him McLoven
Heating up, I'm fresh out the oven
She riding all on like a bike
Strapped up, you know we don't fight
Chief Keef, she want me to bang
Smoking all on different strains
Fuck a bitch, put her in restraint
Walk in the club, I got racks
I pull out her hair ain't no tracks
Bandicoot off the lean man I crash
Got too many diamonds, don't know where to put them
Too many diamonds, I bust down the face
I'm living in the ball, you live in the die
My bitch she so bad, she looking like Sky
If she ain't fucking, I tell that bitch bye
Came up from nothing, man why would I lie
Dab of that ranch, Rollie all on my wrist
My bitch she a ten and your bitch is a six
FN bussin, bussin at opps, bust at your cousin
I heard his beat, I had to hop on it
Say my shit hard, I had to keep going
Halfway done, I'ma keep spazzing
Remember the days that I didn't have shit
Feet kicked up, I'm in my mansion
Up in that fire, and I aim at his head
We goin keep shooting til lil boy he dead
I get so high off these motherfucking meds
Turn his shit off, it's sounding mid
So cold, with these diamonds I look like a fridge
I'm not in a cage, but I buss at your ribs
Bro in a cage, and he serving a bid
Opps they be babies, we give them a bib
Counting these figures, I'm upping like six
We in the field and we playing with sticks
Amiri my pockets, they feeling like bricks
Yuh, I'm the one that goin keep balling
That bitch she fanned out and that bitch she keep calling
Swerving the Bentley, it not a Range
Can never change, fuck all the lames
This beat got me goin insane