
aftrr! - count on me lyrics
[intro: aftrr!]
told my old brother, “you could count on me”
old hoes, they love doubting me
what i make in a month? your whole salary, yeah
watch out for them people, they so mad at me
they so mad at me
[chorus: aftrr!]
yeah, i do what i want, you do what you’re told
all of this pressure, no, i will not fold
praying to god they won’t take my soul
listen to me, they take you as a joke
been in my zone, locked in that mode
body anemic, wrist on froze
big_body that demon, i’m on the road
[verse 1: aftrr]
k_flip
f_ckin’ wit’ n0body that’s basic
all black on a royce, that’s sp_ceship
hop on a road, highway, it’s vacant
don’t need n0body, that money i’m taken
heart on my sleeve, hotel, i’m pacing
keep my mask on, keep my face in
smokе my doja, paint the town wit’ smith & wesson
[chorus: aftrr!]
yeah, i do what i want, you do what you’rе told
all of this pressure, no, i will not fold
praying to god they won’t take my soul
listen to me, they take you as a joke
been in my zone, locked in that mode
body anemic, wrist on froze
big_body that demon, i’m on the road
[bridge: reefuh]
told my brother i’m back home
yeah, i spent twenty_five nights, twenty_four days on the road
we could sip hi_tech on rocks, make sure it’s cold
i just spent yo’ month right here, on this lil’ coat
[verse 2: reefuh]
all of my friends is dead, all my friends died
i want racks instead, i’ll give my life
perc’d up in my head, i’m barely alive
my brother went fed, stabbed him with a knife
cut up on i5, drunk as the f_ck when i drive
i jus’ want see my brother thrive
so rich, get my butler high
blow dope from the other side
boy, you ain’t shooting sh_t online
go hunting with my rifle, lay them birds down
[bridge: aftrr!]
makin’ plays like a gm but i’m still an all_star
look at me, they wanna be ’em, but you won’t get too far
they see a god, you a heathen, guess you’re playing you’re part, yeah
[verse 3: aftrr!]
if i die would you still miss me?
blood on my hands, would you kiss me?
victory lap ’em in circles, i’m dizzy
give me and reefuh the keys to the city
they tryna f_ck wit’ the kid, no diddy
want me dead, boy, you better keep wishing
sit down, you don’t even stand for nothin’
hundred rounds, pockets on stamin_up
[verse 4: reefuh]
lebron james, two_three
i ball, 2d
who’s that? who’s he? (who the f_ck?)
oh, oh_oh, oh_oh, i could never f_ck a groupie
oh, oh_oh, i got foreign hoes tryna make a movie
[verse 5: aftrr!]
she got good brain like she went philosophic
i’m movin’ heavy metal like lil gotit
really been ’bout it, like don’t get me started
import overseas, the money exotic
shooter got aim, he movin’ robotic
flooded my wrist, now my body aquatic
new ho f_ckin wit’ my head, psychotic
i need a tonic, who got it?
[verse 6: reefuh]
ran off wit’ the bag, i got it
ran off wit’ ya bag like sonic
i know his lil’ ass not ’bout it
ya views, ya b_tch is botted
drac’ came wit’ a switch like its modded
got lean like it came out the faucet
hit the bank and i make a deposit
i get up in that b_tch and i rock it
[chorus: aftrr!]
i do what i want, you do what you’re told
all of this pressure, no, i will not fold
praying to god they won’t take my soul
listen to me, they take you as a joke
been in my zone, locked in that mode
body anemic, wrist on froze
big_body that demon, i’m on the road
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