Don't Count Me Out (feat. Julz Bryant)

(Did Jacob Make That?) This that 80's shit Grew out my curls so my shawty She could play with it She said no relationship Dropped my kids all on her stomach Shawty love to baby sit Damn, Rihanna vibes Wild thoughts As i'm gripping on her thighs (Hey) And shawty got a fatty I love it when she twerk She throw it back while looking at me And it's all mine if they asking Throw that pussy to me Knock it out like i'm Altuve Grew up a fucking screw up I tie my shoe up Wish they was Jordans So a nigga could feel important But i've been on my grind To my competition its time My zodiac dollar sign Nigga's shady but I shine Trouble on my mind I ain't ashamed I still f*ck with crime Cause crime pays (Ayy) Put that thing in sport yeah My Ferrari need some horse hair Got some nigga's in the North You cannot go there Latino plug he got coke all in his nose hair He hit a line He sparked a frow He told me that the world is cold Money always comes and goes Don't you ever sell your soul He poured a four and drank it slow He told me don't trust these hoes He was spitting facts you know