Young.Fendi - Count Up Lyrics

Count up the racks in the back of the burban
I know you know this shit wraps like a turban
Sneaking and Dissin, you think I ain't heard it?
Broke niggas round me, make me nervous
A few years ago I'm the one she was curving
Now I pull up and she ask for a perky, she want thirty
Hop in that foreign we swerving, copping that shit I deserve it
Count up the racks in the back of the burban
I know you know this shit wraps like a turban
Sneaking and Dissin, you think I ain't heard it?
Broke niggas round me, make me nervous
A few years ago I'm the one she was curving
Now I pull up and she ask for a perky, she want thirty
Hop in that foreign we swerving, copping this shit I deserve it

Cash shit, I got the racks for a young nigga, I stg you get put in a bag (Quick)
I know some niggas that be in the Raq, and they clapping shit, make niggas backflip
Three point five on the runtz, Shit smelling like skunk, nah I can't pass this
Might just spark my blunt, pass me the Chrome Hearts matches
I'm finna flame up the oppas, and his lil hoe throwing neck
So that bitch she bopper
I heard he got locks, but he locked up
But when we he get caught up in public get hit with the choppa
Blicked up, sticked up, hit up
First day out, got the drop put a check on his toppa
My niggas sliding, yo niggas dying, leave em on red like a lobster

Count up the racks in the back of the burban
I know you know this shit wraps like a turban
Sneaking and Dissin, you think I ain't heard it?
Broke niggas round me, make me nervous
Few years ago I'm the one she was curving
Now I pull up and she ask for a perky, she want thirty
Hop in that foreign we swerving, copping that shit I deserve it
Count up the racks in the back of the burban
I know you know this shit wraps like a turban
Sneaking and Dissin, you think I ain't heard it?
Broke niggas round me, make me nervous
A few years ago I'm the one she was curving
Now I pull up and she ask for a perky, she want thirty
Hop in that foreign we swerving, copping this shit I deserve it

Sneaking and Dissin, you think I ain't heard it?
Broke niggas round me, make me nervous
A few years ago I'm the one she was curving
Count up the racks in the back of the burban
I know you know this shit wraps like a turban
I know you know this shit wraps like a turban
Few years ago I'm the one she was curving
Now I pull up and she ask for a perky, she want thirty
Hop in that foreign we swerving, copping that shit I deserve it