Trippie Redd

"Count Me Out*"

[Intro]
Banger
DJ on the beat so it's a banger

Yeah

[Chorus]
Sippin' Don, Don, Don
Sippin' Don, Don Pérignon
Baby, I'm gone, gone, gone
Go infinity and beyond, baby, I'm the one, one, one
They was tryna count me out
Had a couple real ones with me
When I was in the motherf*ckin' drought
Got a couple steppers that'll lay your face down on the motherf*ckin' ground
Don't think I won't do it myself, n*gga, just been a while
Momma ain't raised no sucker, lil n*gga, .30, let it howl
You are what you drink so I guess I got a dirty mouth

[Verse]
b*tch, I'm from up north, but I like chillin' in the dirty south
You n*ggas ain't gettin' money, lil n*gga
You still trapped in the house
My n*ggas movin' that white and them P's out the trap house
Maybach so big, it's so hard to back out
Talk down on the gang, that's the type of sh*t, make you crash out
Two hundred on the 'Rarri dashboard, let a n*gga, yeah, mash out
Don't do no Tom Ford, but I gotta Audamuar my wrist
Gave the Richard Mill' to 200, gave the AP to Chris
My n*ggas out here trappin', yeah, everyday we take a damn risk
Pneumonia in my neck, yeah, pneumonia in my fists
Everyday, I feel blessed, no stress, baby, I feel bliss
R.I.P. Juice WRLD, free Melly and Melvin, baby, 6 Kiss
I'ma put the Corvette and the Bentley in the shop, get wide-body kits
How dare you test my gangster, lil' n*gga know we body sh*t
...

[Chorus]
Sippin' Don, Don, Don
Sippin' Don, Don Pérignon
Baby, I'm gone, gone, gone
Go infinity and beyond, baby, I'm the one, one, one
They was tryna count me out
Had a couple real ones with me
When I was in the motherf*ckin' drought
Got a couple steppers that'll lay your face down on the motherf*ckin' ground
Don't think I won't do it myself, n*gga, just been a while
Momma ain't raised no sucker, lil n*gga, .30, let it howl
You are what you drink so I guess I got a dirty mouth

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