Count Up - kyyngg, Lil Uzi Vert

Yo Pi’erre, you wanna come out here?

Now my trunk up, that’s two times two

Man, this shit dug in times two

Yeah, my eyes red but

If you gon' run it up, that’s all on you

You know I’m ballin', usual like Kobe (24) ooh

Ain’t worried 'bout a hater, they don’t know me

He say that he tough, then that boy gotta show me

Pull up, Bentley truck, extra poles, yeah, we four deep (Deep)

Say my name 3 times like I’m Tony (Tony! Toni! Toné!)

Diamond VVS, I put baguettes all on my Rollie

I never believe nothing that you told me

These niggas keep sneak dissing, they turned me to my old me

Before I had these mills, I was oh so lonely

Really really think that diamond my 40

I ain’t never been a phony (No way)

You be gettin' bands?

Hardly (Yeah)

I just fucked your bitch, sorry (I'm sorry)

Man, I put that on my shordy (Yah)

Fight me wanna escape, sorry (Let's go)

No, I ain’t here for no games, Atari (No way)

Diamonds they hit like water ooh, starbeam, yeah (Phew, phew)

Rockstar life be callin', be callin', let’s go (Yeah)

Don’t want that girl she stallin', she stallin' (No way)

Bigger foreign whip, ooh, I can’t park it (No way)

I’m from outer space, ooh, in a star ship (Yah)

This old foreign bitch, ooh, that’s my target (Hello)

Ten bands, what you say?

Ooh

Ten bands, for my Chanel carpet

Rocks all over my watch

Y’all niggas slick like margarine

Lost your bitch in Starlet’s (Starlet's)

AP mil' on my Rollie

AP mil' on my Rollie

AP mil' on my Rollie

AP mil' on my Rollie

AP mil' on my Rollie

AP mil' on my Rollie

(Bang, bang)

AP mil' on my Rollie

AP mil' on my Rollie

AP mil' on my Rollie

AP mil' on my Rollie

AP mil' on my Rollie

AP mil' on my Rollie

AP mil' on my Rollie

AP mil' on my Rollie

Woke up with me, do real 160

That girl right at me, got real big titties

What’s in my jeans?

Them real big fifties

Flight after flight, hittin' real big cities

From the same boss, yeah, my brothers is with me

They give me the dime, I’m comin' to get me

Get in the club, we snuck the semi

Cut rug right with me, up fill the hemi

Now my trunk up, that’s two times two

Man, this shit dug in times two

Yeah, my eyes red but

If you gon' run it up, that’s all on you

That’s the smith jeans we stole on you

cold on you

cold on you

Everybody know I do

AP mil' on my Rollie

AP mil' on my Rollie

AP mil' on my Rollie

AP mil' on my Rollie

AP mil' on my Rollie

AP mil' on my Rollie

(Bang, bang)

AP mil' on my Rollie

AP mil' on my Rollie

AP mil' on my Rollie

AP mil' on my Rollie

AP mil' on my Rollie

AP mil' on my Rollie

AP mil' on my Rollie

AP mil' on my Rollie