LYRIC
Count Up Lyrics by Blac Youngsta, from the album “Blac Sheep 2“, and Time song lyrics are penned down by Blac Youngsta.
Count Up Lyrics
Yeah
Bullshit don’t get you nowhere but off in the grave (Bullshit)
All that gossipin’ ’bout me for the free don’t get you paid (No)
I tossed the bitch to the side like she was a grenade (She was a grenade)
She making that booty clap like it was a parade (Clap, clap)
Know ni**as doin’ life in prison, they count up the days (Days)
It’s hot as f*ck on the yard, they work out in the shade (Work out in the shade)
Walk in that bitch with a big old chain like Flavor Flav (Woo)
I’m teaching you everything, especially how to get paid (Paid)
Teaching you everything, can’t go out likе no bitch (Never)
Tryna play me likе I’m bitch-made, you go in a ditch (You go in a ditch)
I’ve been thuggin’ since the fifth grade, I’ve been with the shit (Yeah)
Chopper make you hit the Harlem Shake and do a split
Yeah, I’m the type, piss you off, make you mad, get you hit (Get you hit)
I’m the type, get a new gun, put a body on the stick (On the stick)
Got a lot of shit to do, I’m flakin’ out on a bitch (On a bitch)
Got a lot of bitches, I’m proud of missin’ out on a flick (Woo)
I know some young ni**as that’d kill to be rich (That’d kill to be rich)
I’m on that young ni**a shit, filthy rich, with the shit (With the shit)
I’m on the block hustlin’, I’m tryna get off a nick (Gang, gang)
Pulled up with the bullshit, bet I turn it to a skit (Hrrt)
Bullshit don’t get you nowhere but off in the grave (Bullshit)
All that gossipin’ ’bout me for the free don’t get you paid (No)
I tossed the bitch to the side like she was a grenade (She was a grenade)
She making that booty clap like it was a parade (Clap, clap)
Know ni**as doin’ life in prison, they count up the days (Days)
It’s hot as f*ck on the yard, they work out in the shade (Work out in the shade)
Walk in that bitch with a big old chain like Flavor Flav (Woo)
I’m teaching you everything, especially how to get paid
I’m teachin’ you everything, no need for goin’ broke (No)
I gotta lead by example and take care of my folks (Takin’ care of my folks)
Gotta leave the streets alone, give no f*ck if it’s comin’ slow (Yeah)
I’ma keep it quiet as f*ck, give no f*ck what they wanna know (f*ck ’em)
Tryna calm my young ni**as down from kickin’ doors
Gotta help them young ni**as wisen up ASAP because they throwed (Throwed)
I’ma tell you now, you don’t wanna get caught cookin’ on a stove (Cookin’ on that stove)
They give you life, you get caught with your hand off in that bowl (Yeah)
Young ni**a, he retarded, all he know is take a soul (All he know is take a soul)
Young ni**a pop out with the shit like he in a commode (He in a commode)
He takin’ a lunch break ‘fore he pick up a load (He pick up a load)
You know it costs money when you runnin’ through the tolls
Bullshit don’t get you nowhere but off in the grave (Bullshit)
All that gossipin’ ’bout me for the free don’t get you paid (No)
I tossed the bitch to the side like she was a grenade (She was a grenade)
She making that booty clap like it was a parade (Clap, clap)
Know ni**as doin’ life in prison, they count up the days (Days)
It’s hot as f*ck on the yard, they work out in the shade (Work out in the shade)
Walk in that bitch with a big old chain like Flavor Flav (Woo)
I’m teaching you everything, especially how to get paid (Paid)
SONG INFO:
Song: Count Up
Artist: Blac Youngsta
Album: Blac Sheep 2 (2023)
Lyrics: Blac Youngsta
