We'll count it up
What year is it?
Yeah

I got embers, all threw all that time away
It ain't nothin' I can't afford, in that Hellcat, press record
I can't take no chances, no, I'm gon' ride with the stick
Bloody nigga, I'm gon' show her, all my feelings overboard (what?)
I'm gon' pop my shit in, I got rich and now they on me
Temper tantrum nigga, with that bag, ain't who they want
Fell back from that shit that get 'em pleased and now they on me
They could play my song, that's if they end up all alone, yeah

I'm on another level, get another tailor, comin' out like I'm outfitted
I ain't signin' that deal, I go to another bettor if I find an amount bigger
He tote that green flag and that red, represent, he a grave digger
I'm leavin' demons all in her head, tryna make sure she think different
This my monkey suit (go)
I hit licks inside that fit and send shots out that coupe (out that coupe)
I'm too rich to take these risks but still gon' step on you (steppin', steppin')
Took my cash, made it a chain, come out the window, shoot
Steady blowin' that strap straight at your brain, 'til it show you through
I need a hunnid mill', I done shed a hunnid tears
He say, "Cool," and I say, "Fire"
They know niggas die for real
Prolly fire shells up in all my rides
Bury him, he stay concealed
4KTrey, get faced lil' bitch
Plan on slangin' iron, all on a tip

I got embers, all threw all that time away
It ain't nothin' I can't afford, in that Hellcat, press record
I can't take no chances, no, I'm gon' ride with the stick
Bloody nigga, I'm on shore, all my feelings overboard (what?)
I'm gon' pop my shit in, I got rich and now they on me
Temper tantrum nigga, with that bag, ain't who they want
Fell back from that shit that get 'em pleased and now they on me
They could play my song, that's if they end up all alone, yeah

Started out (breakin' out), we countin' out red, you cover the whole scene
Step on 'em, the conscience that fuck with my head, accept it like protein
Nigga, rock-a-bye, try and I put 'em to bed, get put in a long-sleeve (status)
Bought way too much Off-White, I want Alexander McQueen
Takin' one off and I ain't take one bean
Buy it like 'em iPhones, taste no lean
I just want the best, for her to get some credit
She just want me, for the get her a ring
Yeah, yeah, Top leave red on the scene
Covered in gunpowder, still too clean
Five percent with a strong-ass scent
In an all-white car, you know that's me
Prada all red, and a nigga know I'm big B
Old lame ass niggas ain't better than me
Now I'm on seven but then I get three
Still won't stop, I'ma count on my feet (come here)
Tell me what they hear about
I'm stuntin' it, like, who better than me?
Let the reverend speak, Christian Loub' the feet
Murder have me bleak, bitch, be deceased

I got embers, all threw all that time away
It ain't nothin' I can't afford, in that Hellcat, press record (yeah-yeah)
I can't take no chances, no, I'm gon' ride with the stick
Bloody nigga, I'm gon' show her, all my feelings overboard (what?)
I'm gon' pop my shit in, I got rich and now they on me
Temper tantrum nigga, with that bag, ain't who they want
Fell back from that shit that get 'em pleased and now they on me
They could play my song, that's if they end up all alone, yeah

Dope boy, you ain't fuckin' with me today slime
I was sayin', ayy, he wasn't stayed up all night or somethin', you hear me?
I did
I remember, ayy, you motherfucka, two days
I couldn't go, I couldn't go to sleep, everybody sleepin'
That's real rap, you already know what it is
Hahahaha
That's you

Copyright: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Kentrell Deshawn Gaulden