Lyrics Lost My Count - Jay Critch

Lost My Count

Ay, count the
Gotta count the, ay
Lost my count gotta go and count the, ay
Lost my count gotta ay
Lost my count, count the guap again
Yeah it’s hood fav in that foreign on that block again
Baddie in the passenger, tell her give me top again
Lately, I’ve been sipping on that juice but not tropican
These niggas pussy, they gon go an call the cops again
Ice up on rings and all the chains got the rocks they dance
Diamonds kick like soccer fans, brodie said he got a plan
And I’m like I gotcha man, gotta ride around with that fan
Cause these streets is hotter damn
It’s crazy how I made it out
Talk money what the play about
Use to M’s in the bank account
Hit his bitch and she staying out
I tell the shooters to spin they circle, when you hanging out
These niggas tryna get into the circle, but they staying out
She popped a perc she faded
She suck me up I’m laying
He tried to take what’s mine
Shootas gon spin an lay him down
I was talking money, but they ain’t listen don’t know what I said
And I’m just me, you niggas be different ain’t tough from the web
Drippin in spider now, watch how these bitches get caught in the web
I keep it a hunnid and they keep it fifty It’s off with his head
And I’m so high, I’m off the ledge
Pouring up wock, I’m off of the meds
Ain’t signed up, cause I’m taking attendance
You niggas is broke, offer you less
Lost my count, count the guap again
Yeah it’s hood fav in that foreign on that block again
Baddie in the passenger, tell her give me top again
Lately, I’ve been sipping on that juice but not tropican
These niggas pussy, they gon go an call the cops again
Ice up on rings and all the chains got the rocks they dance
Diamonds kick like soccer fans, brodie said he got a plan
And I’m like I gotcha man, gotta ride around with that fan
Cause these streets is hotter damn
It’s crazy how I made it out