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lirik lagu counting stacks – clearly on the track

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[intro]
aye yah
aye yah
aye yah
aye yah
yah, aye, aye, yah, aye
yah, aye, aye, aye, aye!
clearly on the track

[chorus]
i’m countin’ stacks, b*tch i got all these racks
b*tch i love to rap, n*gga all i speak is facts
f*ck with me, b*tch i’ll spray you with this f*ckin’ mac
all these n*ggas tryna clout, n*gga stop the act
i’m countin’ stacks, b*tch i love to f*ckin’ rap
f*ck n*ggas, please stop the f*ckin’ act
i’ll earn a hunnid k, bet that sh*t come in a sack
stop the f*ckin’ clout, n*gga you don’t speak the facts

[verse 1]
a dumb b*tch, b*tch i’ll beat your f*ckin’ ass
break your f*ckin’ arm, b*tch you need a f*ckin’ cast
pull the f*ckin’ bl!ck, b*tch don’t make me f*ckin’ blast
i know what f*ckin’ hurts, b*tch, it’s the f*ckin’ past
b*tch we got a f*ckin’ porsche, and it’s black on black
count the f*ckin’ k’s, and i got a money sack
i’m a rap god, and i got the f*ckin’ racks
smoke up all the opps, b*tch i get the f*ckin’ packs
[chorus]
i’m countin’ stacks, b*tch i got all these racks
b*tch i love to rap, n*gga all i speak is facts
f*ck with me, b*tch i’ll spray you with this f*ckin’ mac
all these n*ggas tryna clout, n*gga stop the act
i’m countin’ stacks, b*tch i love to f*ckin’ rap
f*ck n*ggas, please stop the f*ckin’ act
i’ll earn a hunnid k, bet that sh*t come in a sack
stop the f*ckin’ clout, n*gga you don’t speak the facts

[verse 2]
if you f*ck me, you know i’ll rob for yo sh*t
i got a f*ckin’ girl, and you know that b*tch is fit
i got a f*ckin’ glock, and it came with a d*ck
used to have a demon, b*tch i felt so d*mn sick
rip reese, just got f*ckin’ shot
i f*ckin’ want revenge, and i’ll let their body rot
we bang that glizzy life, b*tch i aim with that dot
all my friends left, so i got f*ckin’ caught

[chorus]
i’m countin’ stacks, b*tch i got all these racks
b*tch i love to rap, n*gga all i speak is facts
f*ck with me, b*tch i’ll spray you with this f*ckin’ mac
all these n*ggas tryna clout, n*gga stop the act
i’m countin’ stacks, b*tch i love to f*ckin’ rap
f*ck n*ggas, please stop the f*ckin’ act
i’ll earn a hunnid k, bet that sh*t come in a sack
stop the f*ckin’ clout, n*gga you don’t speak the facts
[verse 3]
your b*tch sucks up on my d*ck, i love it when she f*cking gags
i’m bout’ to go to rich, and not be a f*ckin’ rag
bullets in yo chest, and i empty out the mag
shut the f*ck up, b*tch you a f*ckin’ f*g
b*tch we tote them glocks, and we shoot on sight
don’t like gbe? b*tch you know we f*ckin’ fight
you hate gbe? boy i’ll k!ll you in the night
we aim the f*ckin’ guns, b*tch that’s a f*ckin’ fright
never broke again, b*tch i’ll earn a hunnid k
and i love sosa, not just me, and my bay
said he want the smoke? tell me what he f*ckin’ say
i don’t f*ck with haters, n*gga yall just f*ckin’ g*y

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