Count Your Days

Ayy ain't got time for loafin' (Skrrt) (Mash Billi wants no milli') Ayy, ain't got time for loafin', uh Stepped out the spot, uh Jumped off the porch, red dot, uh Uh, uh, headshot Ayy, I don't care what these Niggas say they got, 'cause we okay Pop a half a M-box, then Another half a M-box, That's a double take Heard you gettin' your guns confiscated, uh Gettin' your chokers taken They say, "4, stop playin'" If I pop a Xanax, I'll end up in the can I can pop up on his family But that's not in the plan Ayy, white Reese's, white dope My Lambo' got a tan Rockin' camouflage and 40 Glocks Like this Afghanistan Bitch tryna get near, give no f*ck a fan, uh Sing me five C4 songs or bitch You is not stayin' margiela, these not Vans Off them Percs, propellor man Get up with you later, baby And won't never see you again Ayy, ayy, said she wanna Ride the white horse, Ayy C4 smoked a nigga They say he had a high score Ayy, the drink ain't too dark Said he poured a light four Ayy, ayy, whole week with the drank That's a DP on a Porsche Uh, niggas big cap, link me to a source Yeah, you heard the dispatch Dangerous with torque Down South nigga, we go shopping in New York Ayy, f*ck clout, nigga 'cause we do this shit for sport Watch your mouth, crazy 4 put shooters at your door I just paid your rent on some shoes out Dior Uh Nigga, you see that stick, lookin' clueless What's it for? Ask that bitch, "What's my name?" Say "Big Backdoor" What's a 4 to a 4? Now let's make an eight Uh what's a thirty bopper? Thirty In another state nigga ran off on the gang So he chose his fate He still come outside with that shit on He know it's fake Ayy, ayy, turn Dora the Explorer On a Perc' search, Ayy Open my eyes, brush my teeth Pop that Perc' first I was trappin' when y'all was sayin' you A jerk, I'm a bad influence, Sir Got a big influence over these bitches I need two of her Pour that shit straight over that ice raw, uh Put it inside my pants a different way That pipe fall I'm so happy I turned eighteen, I Can go buy a K, Uh Turned nineteen and then the judge Took all my guns away Nigga, I'll make you rich All you gotta do is be a Spot watcher in this bitch Ayy, don't worry 'bout nothin' You won't go out like Money Mitch Baby 4 said f*ck it, he Ain't did nothin' wrong, No punishments Ayy, standin' right here so high It don't make no fuckin' sense