Counting Bands

Lyrics

[Intro] Ayy, ayy, ayy Ayy, ayy, ayy (Skrrt) Yeah Ridin' in the foreign, it's a brand new Lamborghini Shorty said she with me 'til the end, I wanna see it Ayy, ayy [Chorus] I'ma roll this dope up ridin' 'round strapped while counting bands, yeah Lil' shorty say she really dig my swag, that I'm handsome I told Jakiyah grandma, don't you ever call me grandson No, that bitch can't get my number, mama know I ain't got no manners I really spent over three hundred thousand on designer clothes and some jewelry I really post up in the project houses, Balmain on my denim, and Louis V Let's hop on the jet and go fly to an island, lil' shorty, I'm talking 'bout you and me It's the feeling you give mе, I can't live without it, lil' mama, you don't know what you do to me [Verse] Lil' shawty a baddie, shе look like a blasian First nigga to have it, that's why she my baby She keep it real, no, she never be fakin' We throw up Crip that's the way I made her Kiss on the lip like I'm coming back later Run up a mill' and then go to Jamaica House in the hill, we gon' ball like the Lakers Thirty-round clip and it came with the laser (Pew, pew) Hit him with them rubber bands, yeah I might give my youngin fifty thousand, hit your mans up I gave her my heart and she held it for ransom Gucci, Fear Of God, Ferragamo blue bandana I just want to pour some more codeine in my Fanta I always keep that thirty, thirty loaded on my Mantel Purple baby smoking, brodie always tryna blam something I just wanna post up with the dope fiends in Savannah [Chorus] I'ma roll this dope up ridin' 'round strapped while counting bands, yeah Lil' shorty say she really dig my swag, that I'm handsome I told Jakiyah grandma, don't you ever call me grandson No, that bitch can't get my number, mama know I ain't got no manners I really spent over three hundred thousand on designer clothes and some jewelry I really post up in the project houses, Balmain on my denim, and Louis V Let's hop on the jet and go fly to an island, lil' shorty, I'm talking 'bout you and me It's the feeling you give me, I can't live without it, lil' mama, you don't know what you do to me