Countin’ LETTUXE lyrics

[Intro: vnmpire]
Ni-n*ggas lame as f*ck, they be hating’ for no reason
I-I-I’m too bloody hellcat, I don't fake no demons
In the trap-house [?]
Got a Glock in the trunk and a 30-

[Verse 1: vnmpire]
n*gga said he wanna cop a feat, but he lame as f*ck
Shoutout prostiiitutiiion for this beat, this sh*t hard as f*ck
And I take yo b*tch it was easy, my n*gga you lame
Get off yo ass and make yo f*ckin bed, stop playing the game

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Then I pull up to your f*cking house
[?]
Get too crazy Imma pull up and then ar it out

[Verse 2: Aghast]
Aye yeah, f*ckin’ that b*tch she think I’m funny
n*ggas be mad, I’m gettin’ money
She said I’m sweet im like [?]
She look like snow she a lil bunny
She wanna f*ck me because I got guap
Mе and my n*gga vnmpire you already know
We gon‘ bust you in yo toе
Aye countin’ this money I’m countin’ this lettuce you already know
Got a guap fetish
n*ggas tryna be smart yeah, you is not a chemist