Paroles Kount ya hat Rylo Rodriguez

Kount ya hat

They done hit the bulletproof fifteen times and it ain't budged
They played the trap, say he ran it up off of cases and green mud
Twin asked for some of my lean, told 'em break a leg like Nick Chubbs
Stackin' up bread off of prostitution, made her nose nub
I took a ho' to Mcdees like I'm Brorilla
Coulda 'bought a crib for a hundred my neck, I went to [?], nigga
I got a crib on the top of shoulders, I ain't Jaden Smith
I love a body, but messed up my [?] so bad, very ill
She said the last nigga shoes wasn't [?] or Chanel
Oh my third seal this week, I hang 'round killer whales
Fuck nigga stepped on thе mud, I had to stop lil' bruh from strippin' his ass
Go tie a shirt on your face, and poke 'еm up 'cause he's a rat
I love my bitch more than my accountant, I 'bout to get her tatted
I gave her a flower like the AMG, twin, count ya' hat

Lil' nigga, count ya' hat, killer, killer, you take his hats
Ask the streets how many bodies she got, count ya' hat
[?] pour up what I spend on syrup, this money cost a scat
Nigga, I really got diehard fans, I am Cactus Jack
Yeah, count ya' hat, pussy ass nothin' nigga count ya' hat
Yeah, count ya' hat, lil' ass nigga need count ya' hat
Yeah, count ya' Patek, rich ass nigga need count ya' patek
Every cross a rack on a chrome jean, need count ya' pack[?] that nigga, nigga, I went Maybach, like Gunplay
It's spacious in here, I can hear the backflip like Gervonta (Hey, watch this)

I never be playin' security, I got smackers with me at the Pistons game
I fuckin' this cutie, she have no clout, I call her a baddie lame
The fuck is you steppin', you seen me at cousin trap, and you ran from me
I fucked her and told her I wanted her friend, and she didn't even gatekeep
These niggas be tellin' on who? They got the phone, they fed, they're real police
Know we not opps lil' nigga, just ask for a verse, politely (Say please)
These niggas my son for real, I might get the Porsche with the car seat
I watch him talk to the feds for an hour, like when do his lord speak?
I'm havin' the real check, they payin' two mil' for the tracklist
I may just crop me a [?] so deep, she came back to swim in the messy
I overly pop, the reason the movie theaters been goin' out of business
I trapped since I was a youngan, and didn't even know it was illegal til' my mama said it
I'm overly jackass, you're mad bitch, go cry then
He shot with his eyes closed, that was a mistake, we on Compton
Fuck nigga get spin and then get hit then gon' on and faked your death
These niggas so goofy, they pass out the money and pay for a fake hit
If I ever get robbed, someone gon' die, or I can't even rap again
I get out on feet, if you hit a kid, you know we don't count 'em
Lil' nigga, count ya' hat, lil' nigga count ya' hat
I got her Chanel with the fur bag, it wasn't even winter yet
Lil' nigga, count ya' hat, lil' nigga count ya' hat
I ain't even fuck, I got the hat, you ain't beat, ya' mad
You got a bank with a body bag, nigga I-