Countin Up lyrics

[Intro: BandGang Lonnie Bands]
(J, this sh*t too crazy)
Hey

[Chorus: BandGang Lonnie Bands & RTB MB]
Huh, we'll get to chargin' this b*tch up, bring your generator
We'll get to chargin' this b*tch up, huh, huh
We'll get to throwin' this sh*t up, we brought a lot of paper
We'll get to throwin' this sh*t up, huh, huh
Damn, I done f*cked around and got a motherf*ckin' paper cut
Countin' this sh*t up, huh, huh
Damn, I done f*cked around and got a motherf*ckin' paper cut
Countin' this sh*t up (n*gga)

[Verse 1: RTB MB]
MB got that dog food, I was packin' lunch
Put another fully on that switch, it's a Pack-a-Punch
All I wear is SBs, how the f*ck I trap in Dunks?
Swervin' in them jet-skis, rollin' up and passin' Runtz
f*ck this rap sh*t, like it's Christmas, we be wrappin' punks
I be on the road with straight 'bows, this ain't Cap'n Crunch

[Verse 2: The Godfather]
I be in the mall buyin' sh*t like I ain't had enough
Spendin' twenty with the plug, tell him wrap it up
You can make a hundred out a brick if you add thе cut
I used to skip class and go and f*ck a b*tch right after lunch
Pourin' Wocky in the crеam, mix it up, it's purple punch
[Verse 3: OnFully]
I had to recount, I'm gettin' paper cuts, this sh*t crack me up
In that two-seater, me and Boom, the hoes lappin' up
Feel like Jay when I tell these hoes all I do is run it up
You an idiot if you ain't tuned in, we on that loony stuff
Out of town, get b*tches excited, naw, that's just that groupie love

[Verse 4: OnFully, RTB MB & The Godfather]
Let me breathe, b*tches want my seed, throw her to MB
I got my Glock hangin' out my jeans, I'm on TMZ
I ain't dead, what the f*ck you think? I ain't TMC
I feel like Yak, ho, let me roll up, can't be in peace
I got exotics and exotic hoes at the Bnb
I'm in a Rolls lookin' at the stars, I'm in the galaxy
With a b*tch that's a nine, servin' bricks in Tennessee
b*tch, you knew your role 'fore we got entangled, why you mad at me?
Another opp died, he checked out, another R.I.P.
Out in public, drivin' with my shades on, Eazy E
b*tch said she wanna be alone, so I text her "B-E-T"
You take one, we take five, don't sh*t slide, we play for keeps

[Chorus: BandGang Lonnie Bands]
Huh, we'll get to chargin' this b*tch up, bring your generator
We'll get to chargin' this b*tch up, huh, huh
We'll get to throwin' this sh*t up, we brought a lot of paper
We'll get to throwin' this sh*t up, huh, huh
Damn, I done f*cked around and got a motherf*ckin' paper cut
Countin' this sh*t up, huh, huh
Damn, I done f*cked around and got a motherf*ckin' paper cut
Countin' this sh*t up