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Yeat — Still Countin
Artist: → Yeat
Yeat — Still Countin — lyrics
[Chorus]
Racks came in, I was still in the Tonka, ha (Ooh-ooh)
Racks came in, they can’t fit in this Tonka, ha (Ooh)
Racks came in, but I’m still in this Tonka, yeah (Ooh-ooh)
Seven mill’ on the table and I’m still sayin’ Tonka, yeah (Ooh-ooh)
Luh crank, luh crank, luh crank (Ooh-ooh)
Luh crank, luh crank, luh crank (Ooh-ooh, go)
Luh wonky, luh wonky, I booted up, yeah (Booted up)
Percs, they gon’ take me, I booted up, yeah (Booted up)
I’m on the Xan’ and the bean
You get smacked off, keep on talkin’ ’bout it like that
Bitch say she love me, she addicted to crack
Bitch say she love me (What?), I don’t love her back (Ha)
Some of my twizzys real deal crazy, they get you whackеd
I ain’t tryna hear your music, turn it off, that shit some trash
[Verse]
I touched mе a mill’, and I bought me a building
Pull up to the show, and I’m breakin’ the ceiling, turn up
Yeah, fuck your girl, fuck your world, fuck your feelings
Yeah, I make too much cheese, I don’t want no dealings (With you)
Yeah, I’m on the X tonight (Ooh-ooh)
Yeah, I’m on the Perc’ tonight (Okay)
Fuck a crib, I’m ’bout to hop on a jet and just live in the sky (Sky)
Yeah, I just been callin’ my demons, I do what they say, don’t know why
Heard there’s a fountain of youth (You-youth), told ’em to fill it with Wock’
Yeah, Balenci’ my shoe, yeah, told ’em I pulled out the lot (Ooh)
Fuck 12, fuck cop (Ooh)
Big bag, lil’ Glock (Ooh)
They tryna fuck with the squad, they tryna fuck with the God (Ooh)
I don’t know who the hell they is, I don’t know who the hell they are, yeah (Ooh)
I been outside in the Lamb’, you don’t even have you a car (Ooh)
It’s up and it’s stuck like some jam, no, they can’t tear me apart
All of you rappers be soundin’ the same, bitch, I couldn’t even tell you apart
I just pulled up in the Track, hundred-forty, watch it park
[Chorus]
Racks came in, I was still in the Tonka, ha (Ooh-ooh)
Racks came in, they can’t fit in this Tonka, ha (Ooh)
Racks came in, but I’m still in this Tonka, yeah (Ooh-ooh)
Seven mill’ on the table and I’m still sayin’ Tonka, yeah (Ooh-ooh)
Luh crank, luh crank, luh crank (Ooh-ooh)
Luh crank, luh crank, luh crank (Ooh-ooh, go)
Luh wonky, luh wonky, I booted up, yeah (Booted up)
Percs, they gon’ take me, I booted up, yeah (Booted up)
I’m on the Xan’ and the bean
You get smacked off, keep on talkin’ ’bout it like that
Bitch say she love me, she addicted to crack
Bitch say she love me (What?), I don’t love her back (Ha)
Some of my twizzys real deal crazy, they get you whacked
I ain’t tryna hear your music, turn it off, that shit some trash
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