Lost My Count - Jay Critch

Ay, count the

Gotta count the, ay

Lost my count gotta go and count the, ay

Lost my count gotta ay

Lost my count, count the guap again

Yeah it’s hood fav in that foreign on that block again

Baddie in the passenger, tell her give me top again

Lately, I’ve been sipping on that juice but not tropican

These niggas pussy, they gon go an call the cops again

Ice up on rings and all the chains got the rocks they dance

Diamonds kick like soccer fans, brodie said he got a plan

And I’m like I gotcha man, gotta ride around with that fan

Cause these streets is hotter damn

It’s crazy how I made it out

Talk money what the play about

Use to M’s in the bank account

Hit his bitch and she staying out

I tell the shooters to spin they circle, when you hanging out

These niggas tryna get into the circle, but they staying out

She popped a perc she faded

She suck me up I’m laying

He tried to take what’s mine

Shootas gon spin an lay him down

I was talking money, but they ain’t listen don’t know what I said

And I’m just me, you niggas be different ain’t tough from the web

Drippin in spider now, watch how these bitches get caught in the web

I keep it a hunnid and they keep it fifty It’s off with his head

And I’m so high, I’m off the ledge

Pouring up wock, I’m off of the meds

Ain’t signed up, cause I’m taking attendance

You niggas is broke, offer you less

Lost my count, count the guap again

Yeah it’s hood fav in that foreign on that block again

Baddie in the passenger, tell her give me top again

Lately, I’ve been sipping on that juice but not tropican

These niggas pussy, they gon go an call the cops again

Ice up on rings and all the chains got the rocks they dance

Diamonds kick like soccer fans, brodie said he got a plan

And I’m like I gotcha man, gotta ride around with that fan

Cause these streets is hotter damn

It’s crazy how I made it out