Intro

(álbum: The Recipe - 2018)

Yeah
Yung Lan on the track
You already know this that motherfucking count music
I ain't gon' keep telling' niggas
You hear me, get your calculator

Count music nigga, get your forks, boy
Get your stainless steel pot and a brick, boy
It's time to go back to the basics, niggas snitching, boy
If you a hustler cook your own dope in that kitchen, boy
I bounced back, cooked crack, got these rapers jealous
These niggas get the big head like they forgot who helped 'em
Dirty money, legal money, don't put it together
Birds called, yeah them birds fly in any weather
Rest in peace to Lo, king of bank head
I'm the Jugg King, I got real bread
Seventeen five, bitch I still got it
I remixed the half and half and I ain't even dry 'em
I got chickens, I got chickens, everyday I fry 'em
How the fuck niggas live and real niggas dying
Trump crazy, he just passed a law for dick riding
Human calculator, Scooter always multiplying
I know so much about the street, nigga
I know like fifty ways to eat, nigga
I'll get you whacked, I ain't gon' beef with ya
Fifty to a hundred bands a week, nigga (Count up!)