COUNT IT UP lyrics

[Intro: SUBJECTZ]
YZ
These f*ck boys claim they trappin' hard so count it up
We run these blocks, we flippin' work and keep them Rugers tucked

[Chorus: SUBJECTZ]
These f*ck boys claim they trappin' hard so count it up (Ayy)
We run these blocks, we flippin' work and keep them Rugers tucked (Yuh)
Oh, that's ya b*tch? She hit my line, she wanna suck me up
Ya'll n*ggas mad, I'm countin' cash and I don't give a f*ck

[Post-Chorus: SUBJECTZ]
Put that on my eastside, skrilla on my westside
Killers get yo' mouth run, n*gga (Ayy)
Pull up with them choppas up and the f*ckin' block out
Keep the hood on lockdown, n*gga

[Verse 1: CAMERONAZI]
b*tch, I'm built to win
I never lose, yeah, I came in twos
Glock [?] twins
Red beam aimin' straight at you
Booted up, zooted, I don't need no friends
I isolate, I contemplate 'cause suicide's a threat
These demons talk, these demons chat, they talkin' on my neck
That f*ckin' squad and ya set, and ya whole damn team
Ya'll n*ggas pus*y, ain't no guessin' what y'all gon' f*ckin' be
'Cause it's that '05 GY 'til a n*gga can't breathe, ayy
[Verse 2: SUBJECTZ]
Ya'll some stupid n*ggas, can't f*ck with these goofy n*ggas
Never gave a f*ck so I rock with that tooly, n*gga (Grrt, grrt)
Ya'll boys move like [?] (Like [?])
Watch out, I maneuver ruthless (Ruthless)
Send shots, he dance like Uzi (Uzi)
Know I hang wit' a couple shooters (shooters)
Bust scripts, I might just lose it (Lose it)
Cops come, we playin' stupid (Stupid)
Yo' b*tch—hold up, who's b*tch?
She blow me like she toothless (She toothless)
n*ggas know the gang, we ruthless (Ruthless)
On the block, I keep like two sticks (Two sticks)
Get cash, count it up, prove it
Blue hunnids, I'll throw it on yo' b*tch (Grrt, grrt)

[Chorus: SUBJECTZ]
These f*ck boys claim they trappin' hard so count it up (Ayy)
We run these blocks, we flippin' work and keep them Rugers tucked (Yuh)
Oh, that's ya b*tch? She hit my line, she wanna suck me up
Ya'll n*ggas mad, I'm countin' cash and I don't give a f*ck
These f*ck boys claim they trappin' hard so count it up (Ayy)
We run these blocks, we flippin' work and keep them Rugers tucked (Yuh)
Oh, that's ya b*tch? She hit my line, she wanna suck me up
Ya'll n*ggas mad, I'm countin' cash and I don't give a f*ck
[Verse 3: $NOT]
See I'm a full runner, shot caller
Wet a n*gga up, gunna', n*gga runnin' so we f*cked him up
Take my f*ckin' blade, I rip a n*gga if he talkin' tough
b*tch, I need that f*ckin' guap, so I f*ckin' count it up
All my n*ggas go gorillas, b*tch, we posted with some sticks
All black, booted up, whole squad, shootin' up
Shut the f*ck up, b*tch, I keep my f*ckin' tommy tucked
b*tch, I'm looking for the work, put a n*gga on a shirt
[?] my name, you on the dirt, make sure he don't f*ckin' walk
If he talk, we heat him up, stuff him in the f*ckin' bag
Throw him in the f*ckin' trash, see me in yo' f*ckin' block
Pull up wit' a beam and Glock every time he f*ckin' talk
b*tch, we make this sh*t hot, make a n*gga body flop
Watch his body Milly Rock, n*gga, you can't f*ckin' hang
n*gga, you ain't with the gang, if you talkin' all that sh*t
We gon' let it f*ckin' rain, ayy

[Outro: $NOT]
Damn bro, f*ck