Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Counting, artist - Joey Trap. Date of issue: 22.08.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Counting |
| Traphouse Mob |
| Luca on the track |
| Ah |
| Nigga, I’m countin' these bands, you niggas ain’t countin' up shit (Bands, |
| bands) |
| You was just doubtin' the man, now you see me and I’m rich (Aw man) |
| She give me top with no hands, I told the bitch do a split (Dance, dance) |
| I walk around with a fan, no, I don’t need no assist |
| What do you not understand? |
| I won’t leave my crib 'less I got a stick (Uh) |
| We got this shit out the sand, if you fuck the plans up, you gettin' hit |
| I’m always countin' these bands, these blue rubber bands, you though I was Crip |
| I told her I do not bang, but she can get banged, so I make her strip (Strip) |
| I was missin', I got a new red dot (Got 'em) |
| You actin' bulletproof, nigga, like you cannot get shot (Rob 'em) |
| Nigga gon' talk up a storm then he meet my dead opps (By, bye) |
| Treat 'em lik my new releases, nigga, you get dropped |
| Erase me |
| Go to my haters and face me |
| I was with Mary and Stacy |
| She off of Mary, she spacey |
| That’s not my Mary, it’s basic |
| Everyday we on the same shit |
| We get money, the money we came with |
| If you snitchin', then you get the face lift |
| I had a bankroll at 19, I was countin' |
| You never been on no payroll |
| You don’t get bread, you ain’t 'bout it (Uh) |
| So stop actin' like you 'bout it |
| Pull up, we bringin' the chops out |
| You get knocked out if you doubtin' |
| Nigga, I’m countin' these bands, you niggas ain’t countin' up shit (Bands, |
| bands) |
| You was just doubtin' the man, now you see me and I’m rich (Aw man) |
| She give me top with no hands, I told the bitch do a split (Dance, dance) |
| I walk around with a fan, no, I don’t need no assist |
| What do you not understand? |
| I won’t leave my crib 'less I got a stick (Uh) |
| We got this shit out the sand, if you fuck the plans up, you gettin' hit |
| I’m always countin' these bands, these blue rubber bands, you though I was Crip |
| I told her I do not bang, but she can get banged, so I make her strip (Strip) |
| I make her strip |
| I told her I do not bang, but she can get banged, so I make her strip |
| I told her you cannot stay, she want a big B, so I call a Lyft |