Kount Ya Hat (feat. Veeze)

They done hit the bulletproof 15 times and it ain't budge (nope)

They played the trap, say he ran it up off of cases of green mud (mud)

Twin asked for some of my lean, told 'em break a leg like Nick Chubb

Stackin' up bread off of prostitution, made her nose little (yup)

I took the ho' to Mickey D's like I'm Brorilla

Coulda 'bought a crib, for a hundred my neck, I went 280 ear, nigga

I got a crib on the top of shoulders, I ain't Jaden Smith (Jaden Smith)

My lower body Balenci, my torso Raspberry Hills (LV)

She said the last nigga she was with ain't buy her one Chanel (one Chanel)

On my third seal this week, I hang 'round killer whales, yeah

The fuck nigga stepped on the mud, I had to stop lil' bruh from strippin' his ass (kept on spank 'em)

Go tie a shirt on your face, and poke 'em up 'cause he's a rat

I love my bitch more than my accountant, I'm 'bout to get her tatted (gang)

I gave her her flowers like the AMG Twinz, count ya hat (wipe your nose)

Lil' nigga, count ya hat, kill a killer, you take his hats

Ask the streets how many bodies she got, count ya hat (ya hat)

Too po'd up what I spend on syrup, this money cost a Scat (Scat)

Nigga, I really got diehard fans like I'm Cactus Jack (yeah, yeah)

Yeah, count ya hat, pussy ass nothin' nigga count ya hat

Yeah, count ya hat, lil' ass nigga need count ya hat (count up)

Yeah, count ya Patek, rich ass nigga need count ya Patek (count up)

Every cross a rack on her Chrome jeans, need count ya pack

Leanin' in here, nigga, I went Maybach, like Gun play (yeah, yeah)

It's spacious in here, I can hit a backflip like Gervonta (hey, watch this)

I'll never be playin' security, I got smackers with me at the Pistons game (on my mama)

I'm fuckin' this cutie, she havin' no clout, I call her a baddie lame (lame)

The fuck is you steppin', you seen me at cousin trap, and you ran from me (why you do that?)

I fucked her and told her I wanted her friend, and she ain't even gate keep (really?)

These niggas be tellin' on who? They got the phone, they fed, they're real police (shh)

Know we not opps, lil' nigga, just ask for a verse politely (say please)

These niggas my son for real, I might get the Porsche with the car seat (Porsche with the skrrt)

I watch him talk to the feds for an hour, like when do his lawyer speak? (Am I trippin'?)

I'm havin' a real check, they payin' two mil' for the track list

I made a bitch cry me a river so deep, she came back with swimmin' lessons (oh, my, oh, my God)

I overly pop, the reason the movie theaters been goin' out of business (yeah)

I trapped as a youngin and didn't even know it was illegal 'til my mama said it (am I crazy?)

I'm overly jackass, you're mad bitch, go cry then (go cry then)

He shot with his eyes closed, that was a mistake, we don't count them (we don't count them)

Fuck nigga get spin and then get hit then gon' on and fake your death (man goofy)

These niggas so goofy, they pass out the money and pay for a fake hit (is a lame)

If I ever get robbed, someone gon' die, or I can't even rap again

I get out on feet, if you hit a kid, you know we don't count them (don't count them)

Lil' nigga, count ya hat, lil' nigga, count ya hat (lil' nigga, count ya hat, lil' nigga, count ya hat)

I gave her Chanel with the fur bag, it wasn't even winter yet (wasn't even cold)

Lil' nigga, count ya hat, lil' nigga, count ya hat

I ain't even fuck, I got the hat, you ain't got to beat, ya mad

You got a bank with a body bag, nigga I k-, k- (yeah)