Count on Me II - LUCKI

I’m everybody’s favorite plug, with no me they out of sockets

Got clients that’s on probation, say the drugs too good to drop it

That’s they problem.

Yeah that’s they problem

I keep 'em hooked and hungover, I’m the drug dealing closet

They short with cash and beg for soft passes, ain’t lobbing

They love me.

They quit and come right back, they Brett Favre-ing

Better stop it.

They better stop it

Cause if they leave I get a better cheesehead like Aaron Rogers

Check my posture, I’m too straight to get robbed or caught by the cops

So all these setting me up, snitching on me rumors better stop

If pockets wet enough, I come clean the job up with druggie mops

No I’m no goofy, no pushing me around, my buggy locked, uh

I probably come off as selfish and OC

But this my show, they buy the ticket, so I give 'em the nosebleeds and shit

Long as they keep copping and telling their homies

I’m like a desk in math class: they can count on me

Uh

So it’s real, the streets talking huh?

The whole town on me

As long as they know I don’t do handouts

Again, they can count on me

They can count on me

They can count on me

As long as they know I don’t do handouts

They can count on me

So that one Black bitch?

She beat her addiction, pray for a relapse

Got offended by the first count on me and then went to rehab

That’s my fault, she say «You tweeking, people shouldn’t know what I’m into

I’m your patient anyway, thought our sessions were confidential»

But fuck that bitch, know I’m serving if you call

But anyways I’m back to moving them packs like U-Haul

As matter fact, think the junkies love me just as much as packs

It’s probably that, druggies keep 'em rolling, pray they never crap, uh

And if they nice, 12 for 32 like rulers

That’s why I gotta keep my eyes open like pervs in Hooters

No tricks up they sleeves, I give 'em vests, don’t let 'em fool you

They gotta learn to count on me like grade schoolers

And if they nice, 12 for 32 like rulers

That’s why I gotta keep my eyes open like pervs in Hooters

No tricks up they sleeves, I give 'em vests, don’t let 'em fool you

The first one didn’t get to 'em, so I «Part Two"ed 'em, uh

So it’s real, the streets talking huh?

So the whole town on me?

As long as they know I don’t do handouts

Again, they can count on me

They can count on me