Count

I count these bags i got this cash
Gun in my hand aimed at his back
I count these bags i got this cash
Gun in my hand aimed at his back

I trust no soul my heart so cold
Aimed at his nose i got them cold
Why is you mad? Diamonds like damn
Pistols go bam! Take off your pants

I count these bags i got this cash
Gun in my hand aimed at his back
I count these bags i got this cash
Gun in my hand aimed at his back

Take a nigga, Purpp
Nigga you know I get to dash
All you niggas pussy, all you niggas lame
I throw them lame niggas in the trash can
Bitch it's smokepurpp with the mac
Leavin' your brother in the back
Leavin' your (bang, bang, bang, bang)
I turn yo baby brother to a tear drop
I got lean, I got wock, it's straight drop
I got mud, I still pour
Pull up, Lil Pump, he spray that pole

I spray that pole
You know I got that fucking dope
Posted on the block, selling hella dope
Rollin' dice, sippin' pint on the floor
Sippin' mud till' I fall into the floor
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