Count Up lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah

[Chorus]
Bullsh*t don't get you nowhere but off in the grave (Bullsh*t)
All that gossipin' 'bout me for the free don't get you paid (No)
I tossed the b*tch to the side like she was a grenade (She was a grenade)
She making that booty clap like it was a parade (Clap, clap)
Know n*ggas doin' life in prison, they count up the days (Days)
It's hot as f*ck on the yard, they work out in the shade (Work out in the shade)
Walk in that b*tch with a big old chain like Flavor Flav (Woo)
I'm teaching you everything, especially how to get paid (Paid)

[Verse 1]
Teaching you everything, can't go out likе no b*tch (Never)
Tryna play me likе I'm b*tch-made, you go in a ditch (You go in a ditch)
I've been thuggin' since the fifth grade, I've been with the sh*t (Yeah)
Chopper make you hit the Harlem Shake and do a split
Yeah, I'm the type, p*ss you off, make you mad, get you hit (Get you hit)
I'm the type, get a new gun, put a body on the stick (On the stick)
Got a lot of sh*t to do, I'm flakin' out on a b*tch (On a b*tch)
Got a lot of b*tches, I'm proud of missin' out on a flick (Woo)
I know some young n*ggas that'd kill to be rich (That'd kill to be rich)
I'm on that young n*gga sh*t, filthy rich, with the sh*t (With the sh*t)
I'm on the block hustlin', I'm tryna get off a nick (Gang, gang)
Pulled up with the bullsh*t, bet I turn it to a skit (Hrrt)
[Chorus]
Bullsh*t don't get you nowhere but off in the grave (Bullsh*t)
All that gossipin' 'bout me for the free don't get you paid (No)
I tossed the b*tch to the side like she was a grenade (She was a grenade)
She making that booty clap like it was a parade (Clap, clap)
Know n*ggas doin' life in prison, they count up the days (Days)
It's hot as f*ck on the yard, they work out in the shade (Work out in the shade)
Walk in that b*tch with a big old chain like Flavor Flav (Woo)
I'm teaching you everything, especially how to get paid

[Verse 2]
I'm teachin' you everything, no need for goin' broke (No)
I gotta lead by example and take care of my folks (Takin' care of my folks)
Gotta leave the streets alone, give no f*ck if it's comin' slow (Yeah)
I'ma keep it quiet as f*ck, give no f*ck what they wanna know (f*ck 'em)
Tryna calm my young n*ggas down from kickin' doors
Gotta help them young n*ggas wisen up ASAP because they throwed (Throwed)
I'ma tell you now, you don't wanna get caught cookin' on a stove (Cookin' on that stove)
They give you life, you get caught with your hand off in that bowl (Yeah)
Young n*gga, he retarded, all he know is take a soul (All he know is take a soul)
Young n*gga pop out with the sh*t like he in a commode (He in a commode)
He takin' a lunch break 'fore he pick up a load (He pick up a load)
You know it costs money when you runnin' through the tolls

[Chorus]
Bullsh*t don't get you nowhere but off in the grave (Bullsh*t)
All that gossipin' 'bout me for the free don't get you paid (No)
I tossed the b*tch to the side like she was a grenade (She was a grenade)
She making that booty clap like it was a parade (Clap, clap)
Know n*ggas doin' life in prison, they count up the days (Days)
It's hot as f*ck on the yard, they work out in the shade (Work out in the shade)
Walk in that b*tch with a big old chain like Flavor Flav (Woo)
I'm teaching you everything, especially how to get paid (Paid)