Count Up (Jug Season) lyrics

[Hook]
Black Amigo Gang, that's the clique I claim
Pay attention n*gga while I chase my dream
Like Meek Milly all Philly n*gga I sip lean
Exclusive outfit n*gga I stay clean

I'm a young n*gga, count it up
OG, count it up
Bad b*tches, count it up
Real n*gga, count it up
Black Amigo Gang, that's the clique I claim
And I don't see no other rappers I'm in my own lane

[Verse 1]
Black amigo gang, lil mexico the set
Cold rolex 50 thousand dollar bets
Chasing them blue M&M's
I salute to PeeWee dem
Money power ammunution, Scooter got a 3 of em
Bricks in duffle dirts
Got duffle plugs in Baltimore
My n*gga shoot out the corner store
So don't go past the red store
Scooter rock the red, white and blue flag, but I don't gangbang though
You know they [?] f*ck around and get smoked
I ain't crippin' but my partners do
I ain't players but my n*ggas who
Keep it real ya I f*ck with you
You a runner I ain't through with you
[Hook]

[Verse 2]
If theres a bad b*tch in Atlanta I done f*cked them
If a n*gga open in Atlanta I [?]
She take out the autotunes off, these rappers ain't nothing
Before these rappers [?] I was in Cali jugging
Along as he was with me smoking ride through the 6
Flying packs through the hood, taking chances with [?]
One pointed at my head, [?]
My whole hood was ready before I heard a b*tch boy
I just took a [?] he want a V12
Lil Mexico city, cocaina for sale
Every state I do a show, they tell me I'm too real
I bought 20 [?] this rap fake as hell