Lil Scoom89 - Count Me Out
[Intro]
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Y'all know how the fuck we comin', man
7 block, Burley Boyz
Y'all know how we steppin' on shit
[Chorus]
Watch your back, these niggas'll slime you out, uh (Might wanna watch your back)
On my dick 'cause now I'm lit, before the rap, they used to count me out, uh (They used to count me out)
Who is that? I think a face, go ahead, let me out (Go ahead, let me out)
Get up close, brr, body drop, it's a man down (Brr)
Chicago hoes need to backdoor or they fanned out (They backdoor)
Shorty did me bad, that's what I get havin' my hand out (That's what I get)
Fuck the opps, play ball, we come through slidin' and passin' shells out (Man, come play ball)
Face shot, blood on the wall, Shootashellz'd his ass, they knocked his brains out, uh (That headshot)
Ask the opps 'bout 7 block, really have bang-outs (Yeah, we get wild)
Lil Trench snatchin' shit, that's what he gettin' havin' his chain out (We takin' chains)
Bounce out, don't hang out, switch tap, five hit, don't have your gang out (Grr, grr)
All we know is blitz, jump out, he drenched, can't put that flame out, uh (Drench his ass)
[Verse]
For the record, we really took chain, money, Glocks (Yeah, we did)
If you a fan and see me with my bitch, don't act like you my opp (Nah, you ain't my opp)
'Cause that shit fanned out, I pull that can out, your body drop (His body fell)
Finna spaz out, might go and crash out, they hope I stop, uh (They hope I stop)
I hate them hoes who want some head, but don't give top (Man, they a goofy)
Ask Cut, I did the murder dance, I find out three opps shot (The murder dance)
Fell out with a thot, couldn't play her role, bitch, you a slut (Bitch, you a slut)
You want me to be your nigga, but you out here bein' a bop (Fuck out my face)
Grab the chop, hop in that fast shit, let's bump, I'm on y'all block (We in y'all hood)
Don't come out, we got his lo', go grab a car, we play his spot (We play his spot)
Ain't gon' talk 'cause that shit fed, but I could, I'd say a lot (I'd say a lot)
I ain't no goofy, I ain't gon' slap the switch unless it got unlimited shots, uh (Grr)
He a fan (Yeah, he a fan), uh, he ain't understand (He ain't understand)
'Cause I'm rappin' and I'm clappin', doin' shit he wish he can (Bah, bah, bah)
We had gloves on, I still don't give no fuck, pissed on my hand (Man, fuck the gloves)
We had clapped his ass, she postin' on IG, "Nah, not my man" (Uh)
[Chorus]
Watch your back, these niggas'll slime you out, uh
On my dick 'cause now I'm lit, before the rap, they used to count me out, uh
Who is that? I think a face, go ahead, let me out
Get up close, frr, body drop, it's a man down
Chicago hoes need to backdoor or they fanned out
Shorty did me bad, that's what I get havin' my hand out
Fuck the opps, play ball, we come through slidin' and passin' shells out
Face shot, blood on the wall, Shootashellz'd his ass, they knocked his brains out, uh
Ask the opps 'bout 7 block, really have bang-outs
Lil Trench snatchin' shit, that's what he gettin' havin' his chain out
Bounce out, don't hang out, switch tap, five hit, don't have your gang out
All we know is blitz, jump out, he drenched, can't put that flame out
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Y'all know how the fuck we comin', man
7 block, Burley Boyz
Y'all know how we steppin' on shit
[Chorus]
Watch your back, these niggas'll slime you out, uh (Might wanna watch your back)
On my dick 'cause now I'm lit, before the rap, they used to count me out, uh (They used to count me out)
Who is that? I think a face, go ahead, let me out (Go ahead, let me out)
Get up close, brr, body drop, it's a man down (Brr)
Chicago hoes need to backdoor or they fanned out (They backdoor)
Shorty did me bad, that's what I get havin' my hand out (That's what I get)
Fuck the opps, play ball, we come through slidin' and passin' shells out (Man, come play ball)
Face shot, blood on the wall, Shootashellz'd his ass, they knocked his brains out, uh (That headshot)
Ask the opps 'bout 7 block, really have bang-outs (Yeah, we get wild)
Lil Trench snatchin' shit, that's what he gettin' havin' his chain out (We takin' chains)
Bounce out, don't hang out, switch tap, five hit, don't have your gang out (Grr, grr)
All we know is blitz, jump out, he drenched, can't put that flame out, uh (Drench his ass)
[Verse]
For the record, we really took chain, money, Glocks (Yeah, we did)
If you a fan and see me with my bitch, don't act like you my opp (Nah, you ain't my opp)
'Cause that shit fanned out, I pull that can out, your body drop (His body fell)
Finna spaz out, might go and crash out, they hope I stop, uh (They hope I stop)
I hate them hoes who want some head, but don't give top (Man, they a goofy)
Ask Cut, I did the murder dance, I find out three opps shot (The murder dance)
Fell out with a thot, couldn't play her role, bitch, you a slut (Bitch, you a slut)
You want me to be your nigga, but you out here bein' a bop (Fuck out my face)
Grab the chop, hop in that fast shit, let's bump, I'm on y'all block (We in y'all hood)
Don't come out, we got his lo', go grab a car, we play his spot (We play his spot)
Ain't gon' talk 'cause that shit fed, but I could, I'd say a lot (I'd say a lot)
I ain't no goofy, I ain't gon' slap the switch unless it got unlimited shots, uh (Grr)
He a fan (Yeah, he a fan), uh, he ain't understand (He ain't understand)
'Cause I'm rappin' and I'm clappin', doin' shit he wish he can (Bah, bah, bah)
We had gloves on, I still don't give no fuck, pissed on my hand (Man, fuck the gloves)
We had clapped his ass, she postin' on IG, "Nah, not my man" (Uh)
[Chorus]
Watch your back, these niggas'll slime you out, uh
On my dick 'cause now I'm lit, before the rap, they used to count me out, uh
Who is that? I think a face, go ahead, let me out
Get up close, frr, body drop, it's a man down
Chicago hoes need to backdoor or they fanned out
Shorty did me bad, that's what I get havin' my hand out
Fuck the opps, play ball, we come through slidin' and passin' shells out
Face shot, blood on the wall, Shootashellz'd his ass, they knocked his brains out, uh
Ask the opps 'bout 7 block, really have bang-outs
Lil Trench snatchin' shit, that's what he gettin' havin' his chain out
Bounce out, don't hang out, switch tap, five hit, don't have your gang out
All we know is blitz, jump out, he drenched, can't put that flame out
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