Countin My Blessings by Cluu Lyrics

Hook:

Heat up the block flip that shit like a spatula

Views from the loft i woke up like a bachelor

Gucci my belt wear this shit like a wrestler

She suck that dick with no hands in a tesla

After she leave then it’s dead i ain’t texting her

Ain’t no love in the streets walk around with a weapon up

Take this shit to the grave ion do the confessionals

Kill all my opps clean my mess like professionals




Ain't sell a record in the hood i’m platinum

Same young nigga used to walk down candler

Still in the hood see my people i bless em

East side baby i ain’t play at gresham

Hitter in the field see a opp i stretch em

He was playing in the streets that’s where the young niggas left em

Went away from the sinning now i’m counting my blessings

Went away from the sinning now i’m counting my blessings




Verse:


I woke up this morning i’m thankful to God

I ain’t late on no bills and i ain’t got no job
I got ties like a shoestring i’m straight with the mob

Ion trust the cashier got the Glock in the mall

You gone be up and be down just don’t cry when you fall

Stuck in a cell feel the shrinking of the walls

Ain’t pull the trigger went down for ya dawg

Don’t tell a soul when you out you gone ball

Keep that shit solid

I’m harden with rockets

My plug stay in denver he grow in the rockies

I’m in houston with hotties might give em body

But yeah we just fucking i don’t love no thotties

I’m antetokounmpo made bucks in milwaukee

I play with that fye like i’m cookin hibachi
She waxed off her pussy like mr miyagi

That ain’t my bitch we kick shit like karate

Used to serve in that lot where them niggas killed mazi

I done cut up the soap and trapped it likes it’s molly

She wanna suck me cuz i popped like a lolly

They ain’t see me like this they had cropped all my pictures

Excuse me i’m gifted

Just look in the mirror

Pull up to my kitchen

I cook like a wizard

Banana backwoods but i’ll still smoke a swisher

My money went white i don’t fuck with you niggers




Hook:


Heat up the block flip that shit like a spatula

Views from the loft i woke up like a bachelor

Gucci my belt wear this shit like a wrestler

She suck that dick with no hands in a tesla

After she leave then it’s dead i ain’t texting her

Ain’t no love in the streets walk around with a weapon up

Take this shit to the grave ion do the confessionals

Kill all my opps clean my mess like professionals





Ain't sell a record in the hood i’m platinum

Same young nigga used to walk down candler

Still in the hood see my people i bless em

East side baby i ain’t play at gresham

Hitter in the field see a opp i stretch em

He was playing in the streets that’s where the young niggas left em

Went away from the sinning now i’m counting my blessings

Went away from the sinning now i’m counting my blessings



Verse:

Went away from the sinning

I’m counting my blessings

I can’t complain

Cuz my mom ain’t stressing

I told you off rip that feel like a legend

Coming in first cuz i killed who in second

Came in lil mama fill it up she pregnant

I been moving weight no gym i’m flexing

Ima send shots no text real message

Need two ms for i think bout resting

I get mouth like retainers

My lawyer retained

Humbled and happy i been thru some pain

Aired out the partments treat it like a range

I shoot then i wave bye bye like i’m dame

Then i blow up the stadium i’m feeling like bane

Choke slam a bitch had to fuck her like kane

Might die bout my power i’m feeling canaan

My mama sun shining i stopped all the raining



Hook:


Heat up the block flip that shit like a spatula

Views from the loft i woke up like a bachelor

Gucci my belt wear this shit like a wrestler

She suck that dick with no hands in a tesla

After she leave then it’s dead i ain’t texting her

Ain’t no love in the streets walk around with a weapon up

Take this shit to the grave ion do the confessionals

Kill all my opps clean my mess like professionals





Ain't sell a record in the hood i’m platinum

Same young nigga used to walk down candler

Still in the hood see my people i bless em

East side baby i ain’t play at gresham

Hitter in the field see a opp i stretch em

He was playing in the streets that’s where the young niggas left em

Went away from the sinning now i’m counting my blessings

Went away from the sinning now i’m counting my blessings