CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Counting Up Blues
Yeah, NLE n***a, Choppa
I got four pockets full though
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I call on Crip, I'm counting up blues
All [?] down, Chanel on my shoes
My diamonds they wet, they come out the pool
My [?] they sayin' I'm [?]
They know I'm on top, they want me to flop
Every time that I drop, the streets get hot
Hot as a summer
You a worker, you a runner
I'm callin' the shot like a n***a Obama
Every time that I walk in the room, she feelin' my style and my groove
She sayin' "that n***a so smooth"
She lovin' the way I maneuver
She love that sh*t on her [?]
And then I call her a Ubеr
She was on some [?] sh*t, so I had to shoot her
Ay, I pop mе a Perc', it go down my throat
It sit in my belly and then it float
Put jizz on her lip, then I turn to a [?]
I ride with my gun, it came with a drum
Shoot him in his head, it knock off his tongue
Put a hole in his body, I took out his lungs
He tried to run, now his legs is gone
I got four pockets full though
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I call on Crip, I'm counting up blues
All [?] down, Chanel on my shoes
My diamonds they wet, they come out the pool
My [?] they sayin' I'm [?]
They know I'm on top, they want me to flop
Every time that I drop, the streets get hot
Hot as a summer
You a worker, you a runner
I'm callin' the shot like a n***a Obama
Every time that I walk in the room, she feelin' my style and my groove
She sayin' "that n***a so smooth"
She lovin' the way I maneuver
She love that sh*t on her [?]
And then I call her a Ubеr
She was on some [?] sh*t, so I had to shoot her
Ay, I pop mе a Perc', it go down my throat
It sit in my belly and then it float
Put jizz on her lip, then I turn to a [?]
I ride with my gun, it came with a drum
Shoot him in his head, it knock off his tongue
Put a hole in his body, I took out his lungs
He tried to run, now his legs is gone
