Stickbaby205 - Lets Count It Lyrics

I'm having racks let's count it
You play with my dawg on your head like a bounty
I'm having hoes and racks, let's count it
Pussy leak when she see me, it drip like a fountain
You play with my dawg, on your head like a bounty
This reference for future, ain't no way around it
I stay with my stanley , this bitch gon' steam
A mack with cheese, make her pussy cream
Hot boy like Juvie, 400 degrees
Not what a bitch want, I'm what a bitch need
Throwing salt bout' a hoe, you niggas be timid
I'm really him, I'm far from a gimmick
I bought that shit cash, heard yo shit was rented
The lord of West End, these niggas my tenants
Been feelin' like Boosie, can't no nigga f*ck with me
You claim that it's up, then it's up with me
Not accepting apologies , it's already stuck with me
Glock 27, like Chris keep it tucked on me
He can't compare, he ain't no comparison
That boy broke as f*ck, that shit is embarrassing
Down on his ass, need somebody to carry him
I like to pop it, I'm sorry I'm arrogant
What's his is mine, that's swiper no swiping
I know niggas slamming , I know niggas swiping
FaceTime with the drac, I'm not into skyping
Know I'm really having, that's why they don't like me
These niggas been knew, that they couldn't fade us
A rose from concrete, the hood really made us
If your nigga ain't tricking, come f*ck with a player
Whatever he won't do, I will like Jada
Buy a 613, make her whip it like Willow
Edge of the bed, make her bite the pillow
Eyes roll back, like she popped a pinto
I'm fresh in the game, I'm lit off the intro
I'm having hoes and racks, let's count it
Pussy leak when she see me, it drip like a fountain
You play with my dawg, on your head like a bounty
This reference for future, ain't no way around it
I stay with my stanley , this bitch gon' steam
A mack with cheese, make her pussy cream
Hot boy like Juvie, 400 degrees
Not what a bitch want, I'm what a bitch need
Throwing salt bout' a hoe, you niggas be timid
I'm really him, I'm far from a gimmick
I bought that shit cash, heard yo shit was rented
The lord of West End, these niggas my tenants
Been feelin' like Boosie, can't no nigga f*ck with me
You claim that it's up, then it's up with me
Not accepting apologies , it's already stuck with me
Glock 27, like Chris keep it tucked on me
These niggas can't f*ck with me
You gotta know that it's up with me
Ever talk down, you know that it's stuck with me
I'm Mr. Can't be f*cked with, ever
I'm Mr. Can't be f*cked with, ever
I'm Mr. Can't be f*cked with, ever