let me count
Breydan Boaz40 Plays
•16 Jun 2023
Bitch, yeah, let me count for y'all One of one, it ain't no duplication of my DNA Two hoes, one a scammer, other one a CNA Three, two, one, shit, I'm finna give a PSA Four bullets holes into your cape, I catch you bein' brave Five seconds left up on the clock, I'm hittin' buzzer beaters Six bars for 20K, I just knocked out another feature Seven seas how I'm drippin', I create sauce Tell the opps, I'm last one in the hole just like a 8-ball 9-1-1, call them bastards, fire in the booth Ten out of ten times, can tell a liar from the truth It's 11:11, you better make a wish At eleven, I turn thirteen like twelve ain't exist Catch me hoppin' out your bushes, it's Friday the 13th (we'll turn your block to Crystal Lake) Fourteen grams, use my wrist and turn it to a zip Cutty just made fifteen in a day, he servin' in the sticks Sweet sixteen of the Wocky, I'ma break the bracket The Glocky hold a seventeen today, I played it standard (I ain't wanna stick out in public) If the eighteen wheeler make it back, just know I'm rubber band man, just like David Banner I was nineteen with a plan, but they ain't understand 20/20 vision off the shroomies, I'm in Wonderland Lil' brodie steady clutchin', he a savage, twenty-one Twenty-two, I tote the deuce, deuce, this bitch a tummy tuck Twenty-three, it gotta be my jersey number, bitch, I'm G.O.A.T Twenty-four, I ball like Kobe, in the clutch, bitch, it's the up Twenty-fifth of December, that's the type of gift that I am Twenty-six different ways to do fraud, must forget that I scam Scrumble touch down with twenty-seven like he Eddie George Actin' like he sellin' twenty-eights, how much you bet he poor? On the twenty-ninth, he gettin' fired because dawg a temp' Hustle that's instilled in me, could score a thirty off the bench Thirty-one, he rollin' Reggie, sippin' Miller Lite Opps say they got thirty, I tote thirty-two 'cause it's on sight Thirty-three, I pour a three then double back, I'm finna fly Thirty-four people in front of you, you gotta sit in line Thirty-five, rollin' up Durantulas, these three fives Why your wrist on thirty-six? You know you lookin' weak, guy It's thirty-seven different reasons I can't stop hustlin' Up the .38 and hit his top, hell nah, we not tustlin' Why you tryna beef with me, like ain't you thirty-nine? Shooter got .40 with a mop for all you dirty guys Forty-one, I'm fadin' off the drugs, I'm finna do the dirt My Audemar a forty-two, like all I had to do was work Forty-three days without drank, the monkey grabbin' on my shirt Forty-four outside, but bitch, I'm sweatin', active off a Perc' Forty-five plus fifty-five, that's me, like add me up, you nerd Paid Habibi forty-six, don't even ask me why he
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Bitch, yeah, let me count for y'all One of one, it ain't no duplication of my DNA Two hoes, one a scammer, other one a CNA Three, two, one, shit, I'm finna give a PSA Four bullets holes into your cape, I catch you bein' brave Five seconds left up on the clock, I'm hittin' buzzer beaters Six bars for 20K, I just knocked out another feature Seven seas how I'm drippin', I create sauce Tell the opps, I'm last one in the hole just like a 8-ball 9-1-1, call them bastards, fire in the booth Ten out of ten times, can tell a liar from the truth It's 11:11, you better make a wish At eleven, I turn thirteen like twelve ain't exist Catch me hoppin' out your bushes, it's Friday the 13th (we'll turn your block to Crystal Lake) Fourteen grams, use my wrist and turn it to a zip Cutty just made fifteen in a day, he servin' in the sticks Sweet sixteen of the Wocky, I'ma break the bracket The Glocky hold a seventeen today, I played it standard (I ain't wanna stick out in public) If the eighteen wheeler make it back, just know I'm rubber band man, just like David Banner I was nineteen with a plan, but they ain't understand 20/20 vision off the shroomies, I'm in Wonderland Lil' brodie steady clutchin', he a savage, twenty-one Twenty-two, I tote the deuce, deuce, this bitch a tummy tuck Twenty-three, it gotta be my jersey number, bitch, I'm G.O.A.T Twenty-four, I ball like Kobe, in the clutch, bitch, it's the up Twenty-fifth of December, that's the type of gift that I am Twenty-six different ways to do fraud, must forget that I scam Scrumble touch down with twenty-seven like he Eddie George Actin' like he sellin' twenty-eights, how much you bet he poor? On the twenty-ninth, he gettin' fired because dawg a temp' Hustle that's instilled in me, could score a thirty off the bench Thirty-one, he rollin' Reggie, sippin' Miller Lite Opps say they got thirty, I tote thirty-two 'cause it's on sight Thirty-three, I pour a three then double back, I'm finna fly Thirty-four people in front of you, you gotta sit in line Thirty-five, rollin' up Durantulas, these three fives Why your wrist on thirty-six? You know you lookin' weak, guy It's thirty-seven different reasons I can't stop hustlin' Up the .38 and hit his top, hell nah, we not tustlin' Why you tryna beef with me, like ain't you thirty-nine? Shooter got .40 with a mop for all you dirty guys Forty-one, I'm fadin' off the drugs, I'm finna do the dirt My Audemar a forty-two, like all I had to do was work Forty-three days without drank, the monkey grabbin' on my shirt Forty-four outside, but bitch, I'm sweatin', active off a Perc' Forty-five plus fifty-five, that's me, like add me up, you nerd Paid Habibi forty-six, don't even ask me why he
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