SkeazyDaG - Kountin’ The Packssss Lyrics

I'm here to make some cash
I'm here to lay some raps
I'm here to braid fun tracks
My fear's not fakin' stats
But more like takin' packs
From the rest of the comp when I blaze the facts
With crazy acts
Make the stacks
Take the game and that
The fame and laughs
Pay it back
Then create the bags
I guess my way of spittin' is only true to me
But usually
They screw with me
´Cause apparently
It sounds too new to be me
These parents be
Scared of me
I can guarantee
If you square ´gainst me
I won't sever teeth
Or knees
You'll come back in one piece
Well, your head at least

Count it up, countin' the cash
Count it up, countin' the stacks
Count it up, countin' the bags
Mountin' up duffel bags full of them packs

And I spit my shit
I'm underground, still kickin' it
The fun's around when I get my stick
When I lift this pen
Make a hunnid thou that's the wish to grip
We're strugglin' out but the will to hit
And kill this bitch
Is stunnin' wild and we rip
Invisible when we hiss
Invincible when we mix
Triple it, yeah the six
Devilish with the wins
Fix my shit
Let's get it
Come and bow down, we're the misters, bitch
I pick my pick
To dig you pricks
I'm eatin' you alive inside
Ain't believin' how I grind ´till I die
Now come on sign us we're fly

Count it up, countin' the cash
Count it up, countin' the stacks
Count it up, countin' the bags
Mountin' up duffel bags full of them packs

I'm gettin' crazy in this bitch
I'm thinkin' maybe I'm the shit
Maybe not maybe I'm the shit
But maybe lately feelin' it
Love the hating, means I win
F*ck these babies they can't grin
Make me blazing ain't no end
To what I'm saying and I can
Do whatever I wish to do
Speak whatever I wish to speak
Shoot the meds up that killed the fools
That sleep ´cause eatin' that shit was bleak
Damn this feels Keem produced
And you know I speak the truth
Man ST you fool
Homie just keeps it cool
Makes my feed my tool
Makes me scream in the booth
You're makin' me just drool
Reload you know we shoot
Keep goin' ain't no use
In stoppin' we too huge
Our pockets will feel the move
This my message from me to you
You just better believe in fools
Sometimes and we the fools
Punchlines every piece I do
Unleashed my roots
Run, flee the moon
Won't wait for the sun to heat this noon
I'm blazin' my gun, my ink's like glue
Midday starts the fun to eat you too
Get dazed full of rum, release my fuel
I don't leave the room
Leave time for the beat to move
Or breathe I'm too
Fast, I dash, you lose
I have to screw
With you I mean, I'm mean but cute

Count it up, countin' the cash
Count it up, countin' the stacks
Count it up, countin' the bags
Mountin' up duffel bags full of them packs