Count Me Out lyrics

[Intro]
(Yeah, yeah)
Top dog

[Chorus]
Ayy, these n*gga try count me out, but they already know they can't stop me, mmh
Why would you walk in that spot with that b*tch, knowin' damn well she already topped me?
Don't give a f*ck 'bout they top three
'Cause all of them n*ggas they clones and they copy
These n*gga leakin', it's not me
But don't give a f*ck, I get bread with no IG
n*ggas they walk in the club with no ID
These n*gga already knew that sh*t
These n*gga get a lil' bread off of signing
f*ck around, and go ahead and blew that b*tch
Don't know why that n*gga tryin' to try me, unless you tryna losе that b*tch
All of my clothes overseas, thеy be Chinese
I had to go ahead and boot my fit

[Verse 1]
Rick Owen, never seen boots like this
[?]
Don't play with me, I'm finna lose my sh*t
f*ck up the room if I lose my sh*t
I'm tryna see who gon' take my sh*t
These n*gga tryna leak my sh*t
f*ck all that, I'm finna speak my sh*t
These n*gga really be weak like sh*t
I can get much of that back in a week time back, b*tch
She don't give brain, got a weak mind, b*tch
Draco, extended mag, with a [?], b*tch
All these n*gga rappin' 'bout they beefs, they sh*t
Got yo' b*tch in my crib tryna eat my- (Uh huh)
I went up, now they tryna beef with him
Never know, I got keep my stick
Why the f*ck he tryna be like 6?
(Top dog sh*t, b*tch)
(Stay with a dog pack)
[Verse 2]
These n*gga snitch to the feds, but they claim that they real, I don't know what you call that
We gettin' bread everyday you don't know how it feel, she ain't gettin' a call back
I'm with the Top dogs, kickin' sh*t with the villain, pus*y n*gga give me all that
I be posted in the crib, sippin' on that Wock', sippin' on that Yoda
I be really on the go, gotta keep two phones, thanks to Motorola
I don't give a b*tch a chance, she f*ck with my mans, tell that b*tch, "It's over"
I be really with the Dracs' and the sticks, I ain't talkin' 'bout controller
Why you tryna act tough through the 'gram? pus*y n*gga you's a poser
Put a rack on his head, I'm watchin' the shampoo hit his shoulders
If you really think sh*t's bad, as it gets worse when you older
And I still ain't even old, but I'm really tapped in with the olds
Had to call up my lil' bro, tell him, "Lock in, stick to the code"
Couple M's, got a couple more, I don't give a f*ck 'bout bein' known
Had to get rich before 16, now I'm 17 and I'm on
And as soon as a n*gga turns 18, know I'm callin' up Rubi Rose

[Chorus]
Ayy, these n*gga try count me out, but they already know they can't stop me, mmh
Why would you walk in that spot with that b*tch, knowin' damn well she already topped me?
Don't give a f*ck 'bout they top three (Huh)
'Cause all of them n*ggas they clones and they copy
These n*gga leakin', it's not me
But don't give a f*ck, I get bread with no IG
n*ggas they walk in the club with no ID
These n*gga already knew that sh*t
These n*gga get a lil' bread off of signing
f*ck around, and go ahead and blew that b*tch
Don't know why that n*gga tryin' to try me, unless you tryna lose that b*tch
All of my clothes overseas, they be Chinese
I had to go ahead and boot my fit
[Outro]
Top dog