Featuring: Juice WRLD
Producer: Marz
[Intro: Juice WRLD]
Uh
Yeah, I bet that
Uh, he'll die
[Pre-Chorus: Juice WRLD]
Get chopped up, big Glocks tucked
Send shit up, give no fucks
Marz
Get chopped up, big Glocks tucked
Send shit up, give no fucks
[Chorus: Juice WRLD]
Count up mo' bucks
Count up mo' bucks (Yeah)
Count up mo' bucks
Count up mo' bucks (Yeah)
Count up mo' bucks
Count up mo' bucks (Yeah)
Count up mo' bucks
Count up mo' bucks (Yeah)
Huh-uh-uh (Yeah)
[Post-Chorus: Juice WRLD]
Run up that's okay, .40 (Uh-uh)
Yeah, smokin' gas pack on the (Uh-uh)
Yeah, if you didn't know I fucked your mo-om (Yeah)
[Verse 1: Juice WRLD]
Young and ignorant, they never gave a shit that's how it is
Your lil' bitch a babysitter, why she swallow my kids?
My choppa go crazy in the (What?), it got hollow tips
Pull up in that RR truck, Grand Theft Auto shit
Don't forget to shift (Huh, huh)
Don't forget to shift
I dropped your ho back off to you, don't forget your bitch
Also, don't forget that I hit, hell yeah
You know I'm up in that bitch like hell yeah
She don't rock Adidas but I'll give that ho some shells, yeah
I just be fuckin' that bitch like hell yeah
Don't you forget, hell yeah (Uh)
Ridin' 'round listenin' to 'Wop, 'Wop
That lil' bitch a eater she gon' wop wop
She gon' give me top inside my drop top
Listenin' to 'Wop I call that shit Droptopwop (Top)
Huh, I can't stop, AP on my wrist so bright nigga you can't watch
So shut the fuck up and watch
Yo' bitch got her hand on my cock
[Chorus: Juice WRLD, Seezyn & Both]
Count up mo' bucks
Count up mo' bucks (Yeah)
Count up mo' bucks
Count up mo' bucks (Yeah)
Count up mo' bucks
Count up mo' bucks (Yeah)
Count up mo' bucks (Yeah)
Count up mo' bucks (Yeah)
Huh-uh-uh (Yeah yeah)
[Verse 2: Seezyn]
Snuck the gun in here, don't give no fucks (Don't give no fucks)
Shot him in the stomach he need nip tucks (Nip tucks)
Talk they lips up (Yeah they lips up)
While I count big bucks (Count big bucks)
Selling bricks, uh (Bricks, uh)
Outside wear my wrist until it lock up (My wrist until it)
I don't write shit down this off the top, uh (Off the top, bruh)
Ran outta codeine gotta call the doctor (Call the doctor)
Do the dash, about two hundred, they can't stop us
Gotta walk up (Uh)
Bitches in my bedroom pull my cock out (Cock out)
She gon' suck my dick until I fall out (Till I fall out)
Yes I keep on balling till I ball out (Till I ball out)
I need every dollar I won't call out (I won't call out)
Blood money over here, hell they talm' bout? (Hell they talm' bout?)
Glock .40, DJ Unk, make 'em Walk It Out (Make 'em Walk It Out)
Shot him in the playground so we chop it out (So we chopped it out)
Hell they talm' bout? (Bitch)
[Chorus: Juice WRLD]
Count up mo' bucks
Count up mo' bucks (Yeah)
Count up mo' bucks
Count up mo' bucks (Yeah)
Count up mo' bucks
Count up mo' bucks (Yeah)
Count up mo' bucks
Count up mo' bucks (Yeah)
Huh-uh-uh (Yeah)
[Post-Chorus: Juice WRLD]
Run up that's okay, .40 (Uh-uh)
Yeah, smokin' gas pack on the (Uh-uh)
Yeah, if you didn't know I fucked your mo-om
Uh
Yeah, I bet that
Uh, he'll die
[Pre-Chorus: Juice WRLD]
Get chopped up, big Glocks tucked
Send shit up, give no fucks
Marz
Get chopped up, big Glocks tucked
Send shit up, give no fucks
[Chorus: Juice WRLD]
Count up mo' bucks
Count up mo' bucks (Yeah)
Count up mo' bucks
Count up mo' bucks (Yeah)
Count up mo' bucks
Count up mo' bucks (Yeah)
Count up mo' bucks
Count up mo' bucks (Yeah)
Huh-uh-uh (Yeah)
[Post-Chorus: Juice WRLD]
Run up that's okay, .40 (Uh-uh)
Yeah, smokin' gas pack on the (Uh-uh)
Yeah, if you didn't know I fucked your mo-om (Yeah)
[Verse 1: Juice WRLD]
Young and ignorant, they never gave a shit that's how it is
Your lil' bitch a babysitter, why she swallow my kids?
My choppa go crazy in the (What?), it got hollow tips
Pull up in that RR truck, Grand Theft Auto shit
Don't forget to shift (Huh, huh)
Don't forget to shift
I dropped your ho back off to you, don't forget your bitch
Also, don't forget that I hit, hell yeah
You know I'm up in that bitch like hell yeah
She don't rock Adidas but I'll give that ho some shells, yeah
I just be fuckin' that bitch like hell yeah
Don't you forget, hell yeah (Uh)
Ridin' 'round listenin' to 'Wop, 'Wop
That lil' bitch a eater she gon' wop wop
She gon' give me top inside my drop top
Listenin' to 'Wop I call that shit Droptopwop (Top)
Huh, I can't stop, AP on my wrist so bright nigga you can't watch
So shut the fuck up and watch
Yo' bitch got her hand on my cock
[Chorus: Juice WRLD, Seezyn & Both]
Count up mo' bucks
Count up mo' bucks (Yeah)
Count up mo' bucks
Count up mo' bucks (Yeah)
Count up mo' bucks
Count up mo' bucks (Yeah)
Count up mo' bucks (Yeah)
Count up mo' bucks (Yeah)
Huh-uh-uh (Yeah yeah)
[Verse 2: Seezyn]
Snuck the gun in here, don't give no fucks (Don't give no fucks)
Shot him in the stomach he need nip tucks (Nip tucks)
Talk they lips up (Yeah they lips up)
While I count big bucks (Count big bucks)
Selling bricks, uh (Bricks, uh)
Outside wear my wrist until it lock up (My wrist until it)
I don't write shit down this off the top, uh (Off the top, bruh)
Ran outta codeine gotta call the doctor (Call the doctor)
Do the dash, about two hundred, they can't stop us
Gotta walk up (Uh)
Bitches in my bedroom pull my cock out (Cock out)
She gon' suck my dick until I fall out (Till I fall out)
Yes I keep on balling till I ball out (Till I ball out)
I need every dollar I won't call out (I won't call out)
Blood money over here, hell they talm' bout? (Hell they talm' bout?)
Glock .40, DJ Unk, make 'em Walk It Out (Make 'em Walk It Out)
Shot him in the playground so we chop it out (So we chopped it out)
Hell they talm' bout? (Bitch)
[Chorus: Juice WRLD]
Count up mo' bucks
Count up mo' bucks (Yeah)
Count up mo' bucks
Count up mo' bucks (Yeah)
Count up mo' bucks
Count up mo' bucks (Yeah)
Count up mo' bucks
Count up mo' bucks (Yeah)
Huh-uh-uh (Yeah)
[Post-Chorus: Juice WRLD]
Run up that's okay, .40 (Uh-uh)
Yeah, smokin' gas pack on the (Uh-uh)
Yeah, if you didn't know I fucked your mo-om