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Ahkil Rutledge Estese - Count Up Lyrics

Verse 1
I'm that nigga, need I remind ya
Put candy paint on the Impala and sit it on Mamba's
Underground street clothing that kill yo designer
They sending out an APB, I just killed the vagina
I'm hitting corners with the moves, bitch I'm Jordy Nelson
Coast to coast raising stakes like I'm Van Helsing
Fire up that blow torch like a nigga welding
Whip that shattered wax around, now a nigga melting (Dabs!)
In the lab like dermatologists, making up the hottest shit
My block like the Gaza Strip & drug dealers anonymous
Yo girl is monogamous, mines an anthropologist
Grab the mic and make the crowd move like some colonists
I just pledge allеgiance to this paper and my Mama'nem
Smokе this herb than I play with words like a homonym
DK international, Dirk the way I shoot the gift
They ask me don't hurt em with the hammer but I'm too legit to quit

Hook
First I'ma stack and invest
Make sure my people is set
What I'm gon do with the rest?
I'ma go fuck up a check
Count up 100, 100, 100 and count up 100 again
Beach house out in France, streets too small for the Benz
Oh you must got me mistaken, I don't see the hating
Oh you must got me mistaken, I don't see the hating
Count up a 100, 100, 100 & count up 100 again
I mean 100, 100, 100, count up 100 again
Verse 2
Spread love and I get it back, if you Crip or you bickin back
Black Panther or a Black stone, not a gangsta, I ain't in the trap
But the real recognize the real, eye to eye or you prolly fake
Prolly snake, or you prolly rat, prolly sold Malcolm out to the jakes Prolly sold Martin out to the feds, I'm tryna air out in every bush
I'm tryna come down in a Porsche, I'm tryna smoke every single kush I'm Bob Johnson and I need a Oprah, she can bring Gail with her too Inhale the indonesia, exhale through the moon roof
This that super Cali Southernplayalistic, that It Was Written to a Flawless instrumental/ Me falling off, that shit just ain't too realistic, watch how I flip it, like the GZA, keep it simple/ From December to November I'ma get it, I'm talking bout Black Friday to Thanksgiving
I see them niggas that you ride with just ain't winning, you might be Karl Malone or Dan Marino, pimpin

Hook
First I'ma stack and invest
Make sure my people is set
What I'm gon do with the rest?
I'ma go fuck up a check
Count up 100, 100, 100 and count up 100 again
Beach house out in France, streets too small for the Benz
Oh you must got me mistaken, I don't see the hating
Oh you must got me mistaken, I don't see the hating
Count up a 100, 100, 100 & count up 100 again
I mean 100, 100, 100, count up 100 again