CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Hard To Count
Six kids to a room, now I got six b*t*hes in my bed
Go and tell the homie shoot him in his mouth if I ain't likin' what the n***a said
I don't wanna party with you weirdo n***as, rather be countin' up deads
Do it for my n***as sittin' down the road and all my n***as sittin' in the feds, like
Hold on, Trap, run that sh*t the f**k back
Hold on, Trap, hold on, Trap
Ayy, ayy, so, ayy, so
Yeah, so, yeah
Yeah, yeah, so, yeah, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Gettin' large amounts, swear this sh*t gettin' hard to count
We take it, it's worth it, he playin', we murk him
Gettin' large amounts, swear this sh*t gettin' hard to count
We baggin' and servin', which one is you workin'
Used to sleep six kids to a room, now I got six b*t*hes in my bed
Go and tell the homie shoot him in his mouth if I ain't likin' what the n***a said
I don't wanna party with you weirdo n***as, rather be countin' up deads
Do it for my n***as sittin' down the road and all my n***as sittin' in the feds, like
RIP Dex Osama, armor stay on me in every club
And I put that on my momma, if you do try me, you gettin' drug
I take the house with the cars, the plane, I be faded on all occasions
If you know about the charge we facin', then the cops behind me, they know we racin' (pu**y)
Go and tell the homie shoot him in his mouth if I ain't likin' what the n***a said
I don't wanna party with you weirdo n***as, rather be countin' up deads
Do it for my n***as sittin' down the road and all my n***as sittin' in the feds, like
Hold on, Trap, run that sh*t the f**k back
Hold on, Trap, hold on, Trap
Ayy, ayy, so, ayy, so
Yeah, so, yeah
Yeah, yeah, so, yeah, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Gettin' large amounts, swear this sh*t gettin' hard to count
We take it, it's worth it, he playin', we murk him
Gettin' large amounts, swear this sh*t gettin' hard to count
We baggin' and servin', which one is you workin'
Used to sleep six kids to a room, now I got six b*t*hes in my bed
Go and tell the homie shoot him in his mouth if I ain't likin' what the n***a said
I don't wanna party with you weirdo n***as, rather be countin' up deads
Do it for my n***as sittin' down the road and all my n***as sittin' in the feds, like
RIP Dex Osama, armor stay on me in every club
And I put that on my momma, if you do try me, you gettin' drug
I take the house with the cars, the plane, I be faded on all occasions
If you know about the charge we facin', then the cops behind me, they know we racin' (pu**y)
