Still Countin Lyrics by Yeat is latest English song with music also given by ninetyniiine, ​mTwenty, Synthetic & Rision. Still Countin song lyrics are written by Rision, Synthetic, ​mTwenty, ​​ninetyniiine & Yeat.

Still Countin Lyrics - Yeat

Still Countin Song Detail

Song Name: Still Countin
Singer: Yeat
Composer: ninetyniiine, ​mTwenty, Synthetic, Rision
Lyrics by: Rision, Synthetic, ​mTwenty, ​​ninetyniiine, Yeat

Still Countin Lyrics

 

Racks came in, I was still in the tonka, ha (ooh-ooh)
Racks came in, they can’t fit in this tonka, ha (ooh)
Racks came in, but I’m still in this tonka, yeah (ooh-ooh)
Seven mill’ on the table and I’m still sayin’ tonka, yeah (ooh-ooh)
Luh crank, luh crank, luh crank (ooh-ooh)
Luh crank, luh crank, luh crank (ooh-ooh, go)
Luh wonky, luh wonky, I booted up, yeah (booted up)
Percs, they gon’ take me, I booted up, yeah (booted up)
I’m on the xan’ and the bean
You get smacked off, keep on talkin’ ’bout it like that
Bi**h say she love me, she addicted to crack
Bi**h say she love me (what?), I don’t love her back (ha)
Some of my twizzys real deal crazy, they get you whackеd
I ain’t tryna hear your music, turn it off, that s**t some trash

I touched mе a mill’, and I bought me a building
Pull up to the show, and I’m breakin’ the ceiling, turn up
Yeah, f**k your girl, f**k your world, f**k your feelings
Yeah, I make too much cheese, I don’t want no dealings (with you)
Yeah, I’m on the x tonight (ooh-ooh)
Yeah, I’m on the perc’ tonight (okay)
F**k a crib, I’m ’bout to hop on a jet and just live in the sky (sky)
Yeah, I just been callin’ my demons, I do what they say, don’t know why
Heard there’s a fountain of youth (youth), told ’em to fill it with wock’
Yeah, balenci’ my shoe, yeah, told ’em I pulled out the lot (ooh)
F**k 12, f**k cop (ooh)
Big bag, lil’ glock (ooh)
They tryna f**k with the squad, they tryna f**k with the god (ooh)
I don’t know who they is, I don’t know who they are, yeah (ooh)
I been outside in the lamb’, you don’t even have you a car (ooh)
It’s up and it’s stuck like some jam, no, they can’t tear me apart
All of you rappers be soundin’ the same, bi**h, I couldn’t even tell you apart
I just pulled up in the track, hundred-forty, watch it park

Racks came in, I was still in the tonka, ha (ooh-ooh)
Racks came in, they can’t fit in this tonka, ha (ooh)
Racks came in, but I’m still in this tonka, yeah (ooh-ooh)
Seven mill’ on the table and I’m still sayin’ tonka, yeah (ooh-ooh)
Luh crank, luh crank, luh crank (ooh-ooh)
Luh crank, luh crank, luh crank (ooh-ooh, go)
Luh wonky, luh wonky, I booted up, yeah (booted up)
Percs, they gon’ take me, I booted up, yeah (booted up)
I’m on the xan’ and the bean
You get smacked off, keep on talkin’ ’bout it like that
Bi**h say she love me, she addicted to crack
Bi**h say she love me (what?), I don’t love her back (ha)
Some of my twizzys real deal crazy, they get you whacked
I ain’t tryna hear your music, turn it off, that s**t some trash

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