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lirik lagu lil scoom - count me out

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[intro]
(gentle beatz)
y’all know how the f~ck we comin’, man
7 block, burley boys
y’all know how we steppin’ on sh~t

[chorus]
watch your back, these n~ggas’ll slime you out, uh (might wanna watch your back)
on my d~ck ’cause now i’m lit, before the rap, they used to count me out, uh (they used to count me out)
who is that? i think a face, go ahead, let me out (go ahead, let me out)
get up close, brr, body drop, it’s a man down (brr)
chicago hoes need to backdoor or they fanned out (they backdoor)
shorty did me bad, that’s what i get havin’ my hand out (that’s what i get)
f~ck the opps, play ball, we come through slidin’ and passin’ sh~lls out (man, come play ball)
face shot, blood on the wall, shootash~llz’d his ass, they knocked his brains out, uh (they headshot)
ask the opps ’bout 7 block, really have bang outs (yeah, we get wild)
lil’ trench sn~tchin’ sh~t, that’s what he gettin’ havin’ his chain out (we takin’ chains)
bounce out, don’t hang out, switch tap, five hit, don’t have your gang out (grr, grr)
all we know is blitz, jump out, he drenched, can’t put that flame out, uh (drench his ass)

[verse]
for the record, we really took chain, money, glocks (yeah, we did)
if you a fan and see me with my b~tch, don’t act like you my opp (now you my opp)
’cause that sh~t fanned out, i pull that can out, your body drop (his body fell)
finna spazz out, might go and crash out, they hope i stop, uh (they hope i stop)
i hate them hoes who want some head, but don’t give top
ask cut, i did the murder dance i found out three opps shot (the murder dance)
fell out with a thot, couldn’t play her role, b~tch, you a sl~t (b~tch, you a sl~t)
you want me to be your n~gga, but you out here bein’ a bop (f~ck out my face)
grab the chop, hop in that fast sh~t, let’s bump, i’m on y’all block (we in y’all hood)
don’t come out, we got his lo’, go grab a car, we play his spot (we play his spot)
ain’t gon’ talk ’cause that sh~t fed, but i could, i’d say a lot (i’d say a lot)
i ain’t no goofy, i ain’t gon’ slap the switch unless it got unlimited shots, uh (grr)
he a fan (yeah, he a fan), uh, he ain’t understand (he ain’t understand)
’cause i’m rappin’ and i’m clappin’, doin’ sh~t he wish he can (bah, bah, bah)
we had gloves on, i still don’t give no f~ck, p~ssed on my hand (man, f~ck the gloves)
we had clapped his ass, she postin’ on ig, “nah, not my man” (uh)
[chorus]
watch your back, these n~ggas’ll slime you out, uh
on my d~ck ’cause now i’m lit, before the rap, they used to count me out, uh
who is that? i think a face, go ahead, let me out, uh
get up close, frr, body drop, it’s a man down
chicago hoes need to backdoor or they fanned out
shorty did me bad, that’s what i get havin’ my hand out
f~ck the opps, play ball, we come through slidin’ and passin’ sh~lls out
face shot, blood on the wall, shootash~llz’d his ass, they knocked his brains out, uh
ask the opps ’bout 7 block, really have bang outs
lil’ trench sn~tchin’ sh~t, that’s what he gettin’ havin’ his chain out
bounce out, don’t hang out, switch tap, five hit, don’t have your gang out
all we know is blitz, jump out, he drenched, can’t put that flame out


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