Counting - Robb Bank$

Yeah we got one year till we dead nigga

Two twins count my bread nigga

40 racks that I saved up on 44's outside of your crib nigga

Eight shots bust your head nigga

Both neighbors found you, you gone nigga

Bet you ain’t know you could flip a whole half

To a oz.

now you looking like «O"nigga

I got money I should be spending

Bonds I should be mending

And relationships are just relations

That shoebox bread that you been saving

I take that

One wrap

2 wrap

Best believe I face that

Tongue down your bitch

I bet she get high when she taste that

No Khalifa cliche

I keep her texts on freeze frame

I screen-shoot it

It’s easy

I’ll send it if you wanna see it mane

I got hoes all on my dick

Cause I’m cheatin' like Joey Greco

I’m in a Volvo

Ridin through SoHo

Me and that same bitch

Backseat of a four door

4'4's in a four door

Six golds with four more

That’s right lil bitch

I want the whole row

You ain’t nothin' but pussy

I know so

I’m watching Ricki Lake

Lookin like James Bond'

All my niggas on different watches

But know we on the same time

She said 'I'll probably be gone by the time you read this"

But I’m scrolling through her old texts

To find pics of cleavage

I remember it got deleted

But in my head I can still see it

Got my head between her legs

But just chill I’m just gettin a retwist…

Yeah we got one year till we dead nigga

Two twins count my bread nigga

40 racks that I saved up on 44's outside of your crib nigga

Eight shots bust your head nigga

Both neighbors found you, you gone nigga

Bet you ain’t know you could flip a whole half

To a oz.

now you looking like «O"nigga

I’mma do shit how I wanna

She gon' sleep over askin' for pajamas

But tonight I’mma sleep nude

Now what she gonna do when I break that news she a gone-er

Tell me bout your day

Before I go cop this marijuana

Ice cubes in my drank

Then I let her J. Lo my Anaconda

Nigga you A$AP Rocky?

Shit, I’m Aesop Rock-

Up in my old hood

Shootin' bow and arrows out my purple drop

I’ll buy your whole estate when I please

Pay off the lease

I quit smoking for a year

But I know a year mean a week

So cold, my mistress always tell a nigga to be gentle

Navy Supreme chinos

Closest I go to denim

Now am I cool?

Cause I’m rappin bout my clothes and my women?

You niggas just don’t get it

This how I’m livin'

Fuck flexin'

And I got yo bitch believing every little thing I’m texting

So why can’t you

I roll 3

And face 2

I’m who you can’t go face-to-face to

Riding, Scraper, got an angel rollin' out bible paper

And I’m countin' cards, countin' bitches

Been countin' yo days from the beginning

Now count how many goons got yo punk ass surrounded

While I’m thinkin' how I manage

Up in business and accounting

You got belongings unaccounted for

While I’m counting my blessings

Same shit in my plot

Only thing different is the setting

Yeah we got one year till we dead nigga

Two twins count my bread nigga

40 racks that I saved up on 44's outside of your crib nigga

Eight shots bust your head nigga

Both neighbors found you, you gone nigga

Bet you ain’t know you could flip a whole half

To a oz.

now you looking like «O"nigga