Count Me Out lyrics

[Intro]
(Damn, Boom made this?)

[Chorus]
So many 'bows in this crib, I'm finna sell 'em out
They just like my lil' bro up, I'm tryna bail him out
b*tch, if I give you good di*k, you better not run your mouth
Lil' b*tch pus*y so good, f*cked her on the couch
Stop blowin' up my phone, you only want an ounce
b*tch, I always keep 'za, I never seen a drought
I gotta go a lil' harder, they tryna count me out
I don't need a gun, n*gga, I'll knock him out

[Verse]
Like a basketball game, I'll box him out
I'm always sh*t talkin', I got a dirty mouth
My lil' cousin GD from the Dirty South
Found out that n*gga location, pulled up to his house
The feds on the block, pack it up and bounce
n*ggas slid but it ain't hit sh*t, n*gga, it don't count
A n*gga touch me, gon' get found in the lost and found
Cappin', rappin'-ass lil' n*gga need a cap and gown
I'm finna call my lil' n*ggas up, it's some straps around
He don't know I got the gun on me, tryna pat me down
I can't put my faith in a b*tch, she gon' let me down
f*cked this b*tch two times, she want anothеr round
[Chorus]
So many 'bows in this crib, I'm finna sell 'em out
They just likе my lil' bro up, I'm tryna bail him out
b*tch, if I give you good di*k, you better not run your mouth
Lil' b*tch pus*y so good, f*cked her on the couch
Stop blowin' up my phone, you only want an ounce
b*tch, I always keep 'za, I never seen a drought
I gotta go a lil' harder, they tryna count me out
I don't need a gun, n*gga, I'll knock him out

[Verse 2]
Why the f*ck you tryna beef and you ain't got a band?
I really thought I liked this b*tch until I got up in
Don't even ask me if I got it, know I got FN
n*ggas sneaky 'round this b*tch, that's why I ain't got no friends
I can't even fall asleep, T, let me buy your Xans
I really came up doin' hand-to-hand
Your music wack as hell, I am not no fan
Sent so many shots at his house, sound like a marchin' band
You wanna be a Young Sack Runner, we gotta jump you in
I only got jumped one time, ain't get jumped again
This b*tch wet the whole 'Wood up, won't hit the blunt again
My n*gga just served a white boy, look like Jeremy Lin

[Chorus]
So many 'bows in this crib, I'm finna sell 'em out
They just like my lil' bro up, I'm tryna bail him out
b*tch, if I give you good di*k, you better not run your mouth
Lil' b*tch pus*y so good, f*cked her on the couch
Stop blowin' up my phone, you only want an ounce
b*tch, I always keep 'za, I never seen a drought
I gotta go a lil' harder, they tryna count me out
I don't need a gun, n*gga, I'll knock him out
[Outro]
(Damn, Boom made this?)
(Tell 'em Rich, Rich)