Lost My Count

(Okay, aw, let's do it now) Ayy, count the Gotta count the, ayy Lost my count gotta go and count the, ayy Lost my count gotta Ayy Lost my count, count the guap again Yeah, it's Hood Fav in that foreign on that block again Baddie in the passenger, tell her give me top again Lately, I've been sippin' on that juice but not Tropican' These niggas p***y, they gon' go and call the cops again (p***y) Ice up on rings and all the chains got the rocks they dance (ice) Diamonds kick like soccer fans, brodie said he got a plan And I'm like I gotcha man (jugg), gotta ride around with that fan 'Cause these streets is hotter, damn It's crazy how I made it out Talk Money what the play about Use to M's in the bank account Hit his bitch and she stayin' out (hey) I tell the shooters to spin they circle, when you hangin' out (boom, boom) These niggas tryna get into the circle, but they stayin' out (30) She popped a Perc', she faded now (Perky) She suck me up, I'm layin' down (yeah) He tried to take what's mine (uh) Shooters gon' spin and lay him down (boom) I was talkin' money, but they ain't listen don't know what I said (don't know what I said) And I'm just me, you niggas be different, they tough on the web (Hood Fav) Drip in the spot and I watch all these bitches get caught in the web (hey) I keep it a hunnid and they keep it fifty, it's off with his head And I'm so high, I'm offa the ledge (offa the ledge) Pourin' up Wock', I'm offa the meds Know I'm signed up, like I'm takin' attendance You niggas broke, so they offer you less (offer you less) Lost my count, count the guap again (count it) Yeah, it's Hood Fav in that foreign on that block again (Hood Fav) Baddie in the passenger, tell her, "Give me top again" (neck, neck) Lately, I've been sippin' on that juice but not Tropican' (Tris) These niggas p***y, they gon' go and call the cops again (p***y) Ice up on the rings and all the chains got the rocks they dance (ice) Diamonds kick like soccer fans (ice), brodie said he got a plan (yeah) And I'm like I gotcha man (jugg), gotta ride around with that fan (grraow) 'Cause these streets is hotter, damn It's crazy how I made it out --- Lost My Count - Jay Critch