HNIC Pesh - Count On Us lyrics

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Ft. Team Eastside Peezy

(Hook)

Did this shit on my own, got it out the mud

And we keep it A1 when found the plug

Put a bunch of playas down then counted up

If you need the A1 you can count on us

You need that young and straight drop you can count on us

You them grams and that tan, you can count on us you can count on us

You need them bills in the mail you can count on us

You need 'em pills on the row you can count on us

(Verse)

Hit my line when you boys tryna get straight

I know some niggas down the way buyin' whip-whay

Came up, now these niggas got the shit face

This bag of China wide way befo' my mixtape

These lil niggas rappin' neva saw one dime

Talkin' lean, nigga, neva sipped one line

And I ain't neva got fronted, not one time

I've more cheese you niggas eva seen at one time

Niggas sendin' hella shots but I'm still alive

Two twin Glocks on me, call 'em geminies

You make a play on my turf and get penalized

Yo face on a white t-shirt how you memorized

I got my hands in everything, you ain't got a clue

You say you got it all on ya, but we got it too

It eva get tight, I'mma let that choppa loose

I was lockin' up work when you was in the locker room

(Hook)

(Verse 2)

Don't count me out, nigga, count me in

And I'll be finished with this play befo' you count to ten

Niggas says it's all there, well, lemme count it then

Jump in that rental with more bands than a doctor Ken

Heard these niggas talkin' big, but they ain't talkin' facts

Team these niggas fell off is where you lost me at

You ain't copped the new Rolex, but a copy-cat

Cuz I don't fuck with forgeries, got syrup in my coffee cup

DOn't do no talk, I'dda see me a tractor(?!)

Even then it's difficult cuz we be speedin' in Caddies

Whole team got cheese like a disease in the family

All the jury(?!) make the bitch wanna just give me 'em panties

Give a fuck bout the Grammy, they ain't gotta nominate me

We still hit the club and pop bottles by the cases

Sellin' all this muthafuckin' kang got me able

You ain't bringin' none to me, get the fuck around the table!

Bitch nigga!

(Hook)

(Verse 3)

If it ain't about the money, then don't come around us

Three whips deep, all worth 100.000

Boy, you fuckin' with a G, you don't want these problems

We can turn these niggas' houses into haunted houses

Who 'em niggas in the club with 'em straps on 'em? (US)

Who 'em niggas posted up with 'em racks on 'em? (US)

We them niggas, we them niggas, bitch, we them niggas

And any nigga in the way, we drop a bag on him

I got the hood on lock with that work shit

These lil niggas talkin' cash, but ain't worth shit

And you been hustlin' all yo life and ain't earned shit

You gt a teardrop on yo face, but ain't murked shit

I used to be that lil nigga with 'em white rocks

Now I'm the nigga at the game in a star box(?!)

And one phone call, and I can make yo wife stop

Hot head, but I'm colder than an ice box