Lyrics 100 (Count It) - NEFFEX

100 (Count It)

We been ballin' hard, yeah, turnin' up that real shit
Tracks full of bars, yeah, y’all just wanna steal this
Bottles at the club, yeah, bass that you can feel, bitch
We just turnin' up, yeah, man, we on that real shit
Count it, count it, count it, count it
A hundred tracks, what you know about it?
Bitch, don’t doubt it
Count it, count it, count it, count it
A hundred tracks, what you know about it?
Bitch, go count it
That’s a hundred in the works, we the type to finish first
Whole squad fucking cursed, Midas' touch on every verse
Count it a hundred of beats, ay, count it a hundred of weeks, ay
Started off Q203, ay, now in the hills all this heat, ay
We the rebels, not the saints, fuck with us, got no restraints
Freedom pouring out our veins, break the hell outta these chains
Feels like I’m going insane, 'cause I haven’t made a name, uh
Conquered, then we came, get the hell out of my way, ay
A hundred, go count it, one hundred, go count it
A hundred tracks, never missed a week, fucking count it
One hundred, go count it, a hundred, go count it
A hundred tracks, never missed a week, fucking count it
'Bout to start a riot, uh, they can’t keep us quiet, uh
Just call me the pilot, 'cause we mobbing out united, uh
Yeah, we came to work, uh, and we came to play
Work hard, play hard, almost every fucking day, uh
We been ballin' hard, yeah, turnin' up that real shit
Tracks full of bars, yeah, y’all just wanna steal this
Bottles at the club, yeah, bass that you can feel, bitch
We just turnin' up, yeah, man, we on that real shit
Count it, count it, count it, count it
A hundred tracks, what you know about it?
Bitch, don’t doubt it
Count it, count it, count it, count it
A hundred tracks, what you know about it?
Bitch, go count it
Doing it like lil Wayne, uh
Releasing shit like it’s the plague, uh
Track after track, it’s insane, uh
Bitch, get the hell out my lane, uh
I’m just gon' ride to the beat, yeah
Lyrics, they come out my teeth, yeah
We do this shit every week, uh
Then put that shit on repeat, uh
I keep on going I’m rolling and putting a show on
I hit 'em with each song, they don’t know the next one
They think that I’m broken, I cause a commotion
No need for promotion, I’m staying in motion
I keep the devotion to words that are spoken
And winning’s the slogan, so cold that you frozen
Vast like the ocean, we pass those in motion and stay so outspoken, uh
Balling like I’m Mo Bamba, I’m the show
And we about to blow all on the radio
Ay, ay
Look at me, fuck with me, hate on me, love on me
Look at me, fuck with me, hate on me, love on me
I don’t know how I’m functioning, I just keep on hustling
Pour it up, it’s bubbling, I got one life, so I’m guzzling, ay
Count it, count it, count it, count it
A hundred tracks, what you know about it?
Bitch, don’t doubt it
Count it, count it, count it, count it
A hundred tracks, what you know about it?
Bitch, go count it