ZT (UK)

"Count It"

[Intro: Dama]
Bnizz, you crazy for this one
Zero Tolerance
Badder than enough man

[Chorus: Dama]
Stally got bun out his clothes (Bow)
Rash got bun out his clothes
Dottz got ripped out his clothes
Jwavey got ripped out his clothes (Ripped)
Sheggz got ripped out his clothes (Ripped)
JDot got ripped out his clothes (Ripped)
Cutz got ripped out his clothes (Ripped)
Packman got ripped out his clothes (Ripped)
Target got ripped out his clothes (Ripped)
Rackz got ripped out his clothes (Ripped)
Datch got ripped out his clothes
Ares got ripped out his clothes (Ripped)
Shottz got ripped out his clothes (Rippеd)
Smallz got ripped out his clothes (Ripped)
Rico got rippеd out his clothes (Mm)
A-man got ripped out his clothes

[Verse 1: Dama]
This savage in me never gon' leave (Savage)
Unless they put this kid in a box
Masked up when we’re scoring points
It's gruesome when we circle blocks
All of this jail time made man wise
But at the same time I could've lost the plot (Lucky)
And if I ride this one no erection
Squeeze it off then it’s drill on flock (Bow)
Buss that corn make it dig no build
If I twist this blade it's dread no locks
For the social days they're f*cking gangsters
Live in the flesh they're f*cking not (They're not)
I ain't in to the wass and chatting
Grab and stab him, write him off
I was masked up way before the virus
Black on black and we looking all Goth
Yutes can never try chat for mine (Could never)
I was in jail getting nickies
You was at home chatting sh*t online
Last time one had verbal abuse
Then lurk for the yutes, he got bun in the 9 (Bow)
No cap this badman slaps
On the opp block we glide and slide
On the opp block we ride and ride
In the back of this whip or pedal bike (Where they at)
Circle till my head's all dizzy
p*ssed, can't see no one in the 9 (Can’t)
But I ain’t statisfied, shake my head, kiss my teeth (Mm)
And true say M1's lame
f*ck it, let’s circle Holly Street (f*ck)
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