Count My Bands

Count my bands Cause I got a lotta fans And I'm good with my hands So I got some big plans Better meet my demands Counting up my grands Yea my shots land Hope he understands Signing deals for some brands Toss her up like a pan Yea she popping them xans So we fuckin in a van Yo bitch look like she trans Better kick her to the can Boy be tryna clash no clans But I still count my bands I be counting up these bands So you know I'm finna stack Hold up I'm fuckin that bitch From the motherfuckin back Yea you know I'm finna clap Ima get up in it raw That bitch all up on my cock Ima get up in it raw like It was motherfuckin rolling paper I be getting racks so I'm rolling up that paper Cause you know we smoking up Some motherfuckin dro Hold up lemme count these bands Like you already know Yea I lowkey went crazy I be smoking gas On the motherfuckin daily They say that I'm young But I ain't talking bout gravy They say that I'm broke Like that goddamn baby They say that I'm broke But all they do is talkin That bitch all up on me But i told her its platonic Got that crazy flow Sometimes it be melodic So i got all this guap In my motherfuckin pockets yuh Count my bands Cause I got a lotta fans And I'm good with my hands So I got some big plans Better meet my demands Countin up my grands Yea my shots land Hope he understands Signing deals for some brands Toss her up like a pan Yea she poppin them xans So we fuckin in a van Yo bitch look like she trans Better kick her to the can Boy be tryna clash no clans But I still count my bands Kick her to the can Ima make you kick the bucket I be fuckin on yo mama I be fuckin on yo cousins She got some nice lips Yea you know she be sucking Call her an outlet Cause I'm about to put the plug in All these hoes on my dick They just wanna f*ck (right) I don't want this shit But I cant get enough (I) Think this is it No more hoes tucked (why) Oh it just clicked They all in the truck In the 4 wheeler I be hunting for a dealer Blasting music on a speaker I'm like damn not no beaver Cause that ass fat Not gonna cap I'm on this rap While smoking a black Ready to attack I could never slack I'm sipping on jack They say I can't rhyme with orange Cobra kai like I'm Johnny Lawrence They be slow like a motherfuckin tortoise Now we back to the damn fuckin chorus Count my bands Cause I got a lotta fans And im good with my hands So i got some big plans Better meet my demands Countin up my grands Yea my shots land Hope he understands Signing deals for some brands Toss her up like a pan Yea she poppin them xans So we fuckin in a van Yo bitch look like she trans Better kick her to the can Boy be tryna clash no clans But I still count my bands