Fleaa Mason - Count Me Out Lyrics

I laugh at these niggas
And laugh at these bitches
I heard them say that my times up
How you counting me out
I been in the drought
And the trenches is where you can find us

But look at me now
I'm dripped in designer
I'm thinking bout buying the store out
Please talk to me nice
My nuggas is strapped and they loaded they ready for war time

I know that I'm nice
Baby suck dick with the ice
No it's love but got hoes that' I like
And I swear
Lately I been on the clear
Patron when I'm sippin
It's taking me there
Uh
I see that y'all living in fear
Most of my dogs got they freedom this year
Uh
Runnin them racks up stupid
Just cause I rap don't mean I won't shoot it
Look fleaa do more than the music
Teach you a lil something you can be my student
I'm the star and director cant be in my movie
Treat a a list bitch like a got damn groupie
My bad r
Cause I been chasing these bags
Hunnit on hunnits I'm sorry to brag
I walk in the bank and champagne with the staff
Cheers to success cause I came from them rags

Damn peep how y'all made me better
Wishing on a star brought me all this cheddar
I'm the man
Jail ain't part of the plans
Ace in the hole from the cards in my hand

I'm just tryna live like a rockstar
Make sure everything 5 star
Chicken wings and fries with the hot sauce
Talkin to tuff a get you knocked off
Especially when I'm tryna get my rocks offs

F*ck taking rides in a cop car
I rather say it's mine when I cop cars
Cause nigga cappin tell em stop Dawg