Count Your Days

(albüm: Happy Halloween 3 - 2020)

Ayy
Ain't got time for loafing
(Skrrt)
(Mash Billi wants no milli')
Ayy, ain't got time for loafing, 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
Introduce a real block spinner on the case
Pop a half a M-box, then another half a M-box, that's a double take
Heard you getting your guns confiscated, uh
Getting 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
Rocking camouflage and 40 Glocks like this Afghanistan
Bitch tryna get near, give no fuck a fan, uh
Sing me five C4 songs or bitch, you is not staying
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, fuck 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, looking 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 trapping when y'all was saying 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 nothing, you won't go out like Money Mitch
Baby 4 said fuck it, he ain't did nothing wrong, no punishments
Ayy, standing right here so high, it don't make no fucking sense