AVeryLate - Count Me In lyrics

by

Pi’erre Bourne


They said "how you doing"
Im like "fam we gucci"
Woke up Monday morning with a n*gga tryna shoot me
n*ggas wasn't f*cking with me now they tryna be a groupie
I ain't tryna f*ck a b*tch unless she bad and lowkey boujee
Walking with a chopper, let it eat, ya
Imma shock the world no pi-ka
Foreign ass whip, need a vi-sa
16, selling out are-nas
40 on a link, neck mis-ty
Pull up to the crib, you tryna miss, me
I got hella n*ggas tryna diss, me
Scratched one whip outta fif-teen
They ain't walking 'round no more
They like dodos
Haters stay baggin sh*t
They like frodo
Yall ain't really f*cking with cops
Except Robo
They gon' have me out in Japan
It's like Kyoto
Imma see London too when I fly out
Don't know how I'll make it big with no tryouts
10 outta 10, 4 stars, I rep chi-town
I ain't poppin' xans, somehow I got the highground
Ain't been rollin' bud, somehow I make hits
Ain't been lightin' up, somehow this sh*t's lit
Hit you with a chamber shot, that's no clip (uzi)
You had to take an uber down, you don't Lyft
Ay, n*ggas say they want the smoke tho
I let em choke tho
You repping rojo
Or catch a .44
Its loco
These n*ggas don't know
The neck on frozone
A photo
Will leave a n*gga split like the logo (Jordan)
Patek on me, Im looking like a damn boat show
No tekashi, but the vvs on a rainbow
Imma stay stacking my bills you don't pay those
Xannys got you off the walls, it's no 8-ball
Walking with a chopper, let it eat, ya
Imma shock the world no pi-ka
Foreign ass whip, need a vi-sa
16, selling out are-nas
40 on a link, neck mis-ty
Pull up to the crib, you tryna miss, me
I got hella n*ggas tryna diss, me
Scratched one whip outta fif-teen

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