Make It Count lyrics

[Intro]
12Hunna on the beat
I'ma make it count, b*tch I'ma spray some sh*t
I'ma make it count, b*tch I'm gon' spray
I'ma make it count, b*tch I'ma spray some sh*t
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

[Chorus]
n*ggas ain't on p*ss, n*ggas ain't on sh*t (Nah)
I just bought a .40 'cause there ain't no kick (Nah)
Got a .30 in it, I'ma make it spit (Ayy)
I'm gon' make it count, b*tch, I'm spraying sh*t (Ayy)
I'ma count this money while I take a sh*t
I'ma spray that dummy if he try to take my sh*t (Ayy)
A situation is what all you make of it
Well I'ma make these pistols get to saying sh*t (Ayy)

[Verse 1]
I got old guns on that cranky sh*t (Ayy)
I got new guns can't wait to spray that sh*t
I swear my MAC be on some player sh*t (Ayy)
But don't make him get to spraying sh*t (Ayy)
Smoking Tooka like a hookah (Ayy)
Run up on me, I'ma shoot ya (Ayy)
No Versace Medusa (Ayy)
1400 for this belt like "Booyah" (Ayy)
Diamonds on my neck like tumors (Ayy)
Hurting my damn neck like "Ooh, ah" (Ayy)
Ben Franklin in my pocket
Try to take it, put your ass on the front of New York Times
Can't see me boy cause you are, blind
You say you getting money, you are lyin'
Got a car 'round my neck, now who wanna drive (Ayy)
[Chorus]
n*ggas ain't on p*ss, n*ggas ain't on sh*t (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
I just bought a .40 'cause there ain't no kick (Bang, bang, bang)
Got a .30 in it, I'ma make it spit (Bang, bang, bang)
I'm gon' make it count, b*tch, I'm spraying sh*t (Bang, bang)
I'ma count this money while I take a sh*t (Beep, beep)
I'ma spray that dummy if he try to take my sh*t (Bang, bang)
The situation is what all you make of it
Well I'ma make these pistols get to saying sh*t (Ayy)

[Verse 2]
'Member posted up on Front$treet
Selling dope up out my grandma house
No, I can't have no company
Unless you tryna sell dope up out it (Ayy)
Ain't no security with me (Ayy)
It's just me and 4-0 and Johnson
And I can't trust n*ggas
So I went and bought me a f*cking golden choppa
That b*tch got tourettes
It be screaming out sh*t like "sh*t"
b*tch, f*ck n*ggas
We don't f*ck with f*ck n*ggas
Coming out the cut, when you see us, duck, n*gga
Coming strong, n*gga
Smoking on that f*cking strong, n*gga
b*tch, I got my own, n*gga
Own gun and I'm all alone, n*gga
I'm my own man, I'm standing strong, n*gga
Try me you won't be going home, n*gga
Kushy Kushy, my cologne, n*gga
Walk to court they like "You smelling strong, n*gga"
Glo Gang sh*t, that's what I'm on, n*gga
You a opposite, you meet my horn, n*gga (Bang bang)
We don't mean peace, we mean war, n*gga
Shoot your ass then your boys, n*gga (Ayy)
And I still believe in God, n*gga
But I don't believe in frauds, n*gga
I'm a Glo Man, so why would I shiver?
Up this 4-5 get to porcupine them n*ggas (Ayy)