Robb Bank$ - Counted LA Lyrics
[Verse 1: Robb Bank$]Shawty swing my way, and the sex ain't as good as you made it out to beNo one special like I need to play the storyMowed over this gold for all y'allBoy you mean to tell me thought yo ***** wasn't cheap?The ho beat my dick like paper over paperCover up my paper like the smart kid I'm giving you a test niggaBoy I was PMSin' the period's almost overI ain't got to see you after this we all got different schedules niggaHigh school I *****ed the baddest ***** at my high schoolAfter high [school](undefined) I still had obligations like a man, but we coolI'm cooler than the draft that yo man practiced eating out of his hand like a GiraffeWhile I'm thinking what I'm finna' do dinner, and babe pick, like the draftI just want that ***** that used to text during classJK we ain't wifing these hoes, JK but ***** we ain't friends to you I'm just boyCompound words ain't to be blurted out, she left her man to ***** her nowNow move your mouth slow like you tryna' sound it outMoney I been spending, bonds I severedRelationships getting worse boy, ties getting surfedAnd aye counting, counting, I been countingSo let me give a update to all the niggas still bumping counting[Hook]One year til' we dead my nigga, two twins done counted all the bread my niggaA hundred thousand racks I spent my niggaPeekin' outside where I reside only result fireOh nigga, oh nigga they like Bank$ you different now, I'm like oh niggaOh nigga, oh nigga what I said "Calendars is dead forget about that ho nigga"[Verse 2: Robb Bank$]And boy you with her now, but that ***** still mineStill got iPhone icon quality JPG's of that OOH!These ***** niggas look spooked, boy BOO!I'm inside that pink like Gotenks so I call her BuuAnd nigga you can take the credit HerculeMrs. Satan done seen angels, tell you bout it nigga you wouldn't believe boyMe, live in a glass house, I'm gon' see and expose you***** I got a secret for every nigga with a cold toothAin't shit you can say to me, bury me a nigga, at least I look like zeroWas shy, still four years all and my daddy was still my heroI never lied though, met a Zo at 12 years oldThat was daddy to me, taught me everything that momma couldn'tAnd all of them infidelities cut up my former guardianCouldn't bare to look at usThe alternative move momma, lil' bro, and me went down to the seaAsk him if he raised a savage I bet he say, "It wasn't me"18 years of the work face gated through the hustleStill a Woodside nigga with North Lauderdale muscleKicked out of Coral Springs High, dropped out of Dade ThomasNow my lil' ***** in college hollerin' "go back to school"Talkin' my ear off bout how much she love her classLeave her on campus, way she make that shit sound better be DegrassiAnnoying as JT cause she young as JV and keep with that gossipAnd I get Rick’s book an tear a page40 put you in a wheelchair make you think about it after like"Nothing Was The Same", you lil' DrakesThese action figure ass niggas look bout it but they breakDon't like me, scared of the new nigga, I'm Buzz LightyearAnd they just put me in a play and I took over all of your spaceI *****ed y'all up, I said I *****ed y'all up, burn y'all boys, now you just sex toysYou left niggas with no face boy won't come back and visit his peopleBut he can't come, Barbie dolls y'all ***** with no featuresThese niggas on Instagram and think they tell me to, face it2Phone major, ***** hit airplane mode_ Flyer than a tsuchikage in this *****, ya lil' *****All my niggas out here living good smoking big bluntsSeen a way that big breast like the cancers spreadingWhile I got that mosquito leg, mostquito bite lady bug on my armThat you just can't seem to hit[Hook]
