Yeh countin lyrics

[Intro]
Argh, Argh, argh

[Chorus]
I Feel lyke blowin up Huh yeah perky side (Yeah, hey, huh, hoe) Yeah huh i don't give a fuk he got different racks than dis, (Yeah, huh, hoe)
Yeah pull up on tha block i shot dat b*tch (Yeh, I did) Yeah runnin cause i jus shot his b*tch, (Yeah, lean)
Yeah i jus shoot his side yeah blood (Yeah, it is blue blue) Yeah i be countin all my lives (Yeah, I'm home) Yeah got my mans yeah they could fukin die, (Yeah, could try)
I Don't give a fuk imma sigh (Yeah Imma sigh) Yeah look at my boy andrew tate, (Yeah, oh hеy)
Yeah they locked him up Latеr (Yeah, later bro) I Don't give a fuk i can hate ya'll (Yeah, they suck) I canYeah u on me yeah b*tch get tha fuk off (On me, fuk off) Yeh suk my c*ck yeah i don't give a fuk, (Argh, shut the fuk up)

[Verse]
I Don't give a fuk imma watch him die (Phew, phew, phew) Imma show him to hit when he fukin fire (Yeah, big time) Yeah i don't give no fuks, (On that time, Oh my god)
Yeah i really never gave a fuk (Yeah, get shot) Yeah watchin him walk down with the blood, (Yeah, huh, hey)
Yeah huh he be lookin at my fukin gun (Yeah, huh) Oh Yeah all these hoes all line up on me, (Yeh tha line)
I jus told a girl I'm outside a sheets (Yeah, I do) Yeah bought my sh*t it from tha beach (Yeah, hey, b*tch, yeah) Yeah i got so millions, (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah countin all these racks i don't give a fuk, (Yeah, that's Lyfe)
Yeah be lookin at u like a dumbass (Yeah, yeah, yeah, u stupid ) Yeah i love my low, (Yeah, yeah, yeah, I do oh)
I Don't give a fuk Imma sigh (No) Yeah takin some perc's and lean (hey, hey, hey, hey) yeah i am really low (Give no f*cks) Yeah i been talkin so much truth yeah they can shut the fuk up, (Yeah they can)
Yeah u talk cause u trash (Yeah, yeah, give no f*ck) Yeah be lookin at yo boy yeah he fukin dead, (Yeah, yeet)
Yeh i don't give a fuk keep that Glock on me (Yeah, hmm, hey) Imma show him what i am capable of a ability, (I Give no f*ck)

[Chorus]
I Feel lyke blowin up Huh yeah perky side (Yeah, hey, huh, hoe) Yeah huh i don't give a fuk he got different racks than dis, (Yeah, huh, hoe)
Yeah pull up on tha block i shot dat b*tch (Yeh, I did) Yeah runnin cause i jus shot his b*tch, (Yeah, lean)
Yeah i jus shoot his side yeah blood (Yeah, it is blue blue) Yeah i be countin all my lives (Yeah, I'm home) Yeah got my mans yeah they could fukin die, (Yeah, could try)
I Don't give a fuk imma sigh (Yeah Imma sigh) Yeah look at my boy andrew tate, (Yeah, oh hey)
Yeah they locked him up Later (Yeah, later bro) I Don't give a fuk i can hate ya'll (Yeah, they suck) I canYeah u on me yeah b*tch get tha fuk off (On me, fuk off) Yeh suk my c*ck yeah i don't give a fuk, (Argh, shut the fuk up)