Counting On You by Ykts Jayy Lyrics
[Ykts Jayy]
(Verse 1)
I got me some bands, I got me some double cups I feel like I'm Mario
Cuz I'm about to level up
Just like a vampire she about to suck me up
I got a chopper and that shit is tummy tucked
This nigga a joke thinking he funny, when I get bored I just play with the money
This nigga is pussy he sweet like some honey
I'm counting them hunnids, you counting up twenties
No one believes you stop telling them stories
Bitch back up I got me a shorty
I broke his ankles I feel like I'm Cory, I ride with thе stick you get popped with the 40
And trust and bеlieve that shit really hurt
Play with the gang get put on a shirt, yo bitch hit me up and she just wanna flirt
Mele never lacking you could get murked
We really do this we put in this work
She seeing the money now she wanna twerk
He dissed us then he got left in the dirt, she eating me up like a dessert
My money stacking up like it was hay, don't mess with us just stay out the way
Call me a Russian I carry a K
He had no black socks so he gay
(Aye)
Glock 19 and it's holding a clip, aye AK47 it's holding a stick
My pockets filled with blues I ain't talking bout crips, play with the gang and we turn you to bits
We getting all freaky I fuck on her tits, I stole his bitch now she sucking my dick
I'm bout to- *iPhone Ringtone* OH SHIT that's Mele calling FUCK FUCK hold on
[Icey Mele]
(Verse 2)
I can’t not count on you ( yeah)
I can’t fuck with you ( yeah )
I don’t know what is fake or real, she said she loves me but that was lies
I can see it up in her eyes but Shawty tryna talk but your bad oh my
These niggas want to talk down on me like why?
( don’t make me pull out my mele weapon)
I can not love no thot ( yeah yeah )
I hope that bitch rot ( yeah yeah )
Can’t fuck with no fake ( yeah yeah )
Can’t mess with snakes ( yeah yeah )
Twin Glocks aimed at your head
I’m calling you carti cus you goin see red
Like one shot aimed at your chest
Not COD you ain’t goin get raised
Shoot my shot I will never miss
But if she’s a treesha, got to dip
She claimed that she’s foreign, no kiss
I look in her eyes, yeah she wants the blick
Bad bitch, yeah she speaks Guapanese
Twin bitches, yeah they just on their knees
She said she loves, wtf does that mean?
You niggas are buggin, y’all acting like flees
(Verse 1)
I got me some bands, I got me some double cups I feel like I'm Mario
Cuz I'm about to level up
Just like a vampire she about to suck me up
I got a chopper and that shit is tummy tucked
This nigga a joke thinking he funny, when I get bored I just play with the money
This nigga is pussy he sweet like some honey
I'm counting them hunnids, you counting up twenties
No one believes you stop telling them stories
Bitch back up I got me a shorty
I broke his ankles I feel like I'm Cory, I ride with thе stick you get popped with the 40
And trust and bеlieve that shit really hurt
Play with the gang get put on a shirt, yo bitch hit me up and she just wanna flirt
Mele never lacking you could get murked
We really do this we put in this work
She seeing the money now she wanna twerk
He dissed us then he got left in the dirt, she eating me up like a dessert
My money stacking up like it was hay, don't mess with us just stay out the way
Call me a Russian I carry a K
He had no black socks so he gay
(Aye)
Glock 19 and it's holding a clip, aye AK47 it's holding a stick
My pockets filled with blues I ain't talking bout crips, play with the gang and we turn you to bits
We getting all freaky I fuck on her tits, I stole his bitch now she sucking my dick
I'm bout to- *iPhone Ringtone* OH SHIT that's Mele calling FUCK FUCK hold on
[Icey Mele]
(Verse 2)
I can’t not count on you ( yeah)
I can’t fuck with you ( yeah )
I don’t know what is fake or real, she said she loves me but that was lies
I can see it up in her eyes but Shawty tryna talk but your bad oh my
These niggas want to talk down on me like why?
( don’t make me pull out my mele weapon)
I can not love no thot ( yeah yeah )
I hope that bitch rot ( yeah yeah )
Can’t fuck with no fake ( yeah yeah )
Can’t mess with snakes ( yeah yeah )
Twin Glocks aimed at your head
I’m calling you carti cus you goin see red
Like one shot aimed at your chest
Not COD you ain’t goin get raised
Shoot my shot I will never miss
But if she’s a treesha, got to dip
She claimed that she’s foreign, no kiss
I look in her eyes, yeah she wants the blick
Bad bitch, yeah she speaks Guapanese
Twin bitches, yeah they just on their knees
She said she loves, wtf does that mean?
You niggas are buggin, y’all acting like flees