[Chorus - N3ONBR!GHT]
I'm counting that bread with my brothers
I'm counting that cash with my brothers
I'm counting that dough with my brothers
I'm counting that cash with my brothers

[Verse 1 - N3ONBR!GHT]
Countin' all the shit with my bros
Pull up on this bitch with my bros
I been tradin' my bags with my bros
We pull up at the crib without hoes
I don't want love, I just wanna count the dough
I would never put a knife to a fuckin' throat
I gotta hit my dealer up, You know he is the goat
Whenever we in public, put on my Designer coat (yeah)
Bitch. I just left the bank
We pullin' up in the fuckin' tank
Kick her out cause I don't know her name
She only wanna fuck so she can have some fame
She pullin' up, she got a new name
Shе pullin' up, she got a new name
Shе pullin' up, She put dinner on the plate
We boutta bang, gon' be backshots All day
Bars mid, but everyday I keep trying
But everyday gets more and more tiring
Bitch, at this point just put me out of misery
When will Y33TY ever drop STYE, its a mystery
When that shit drop, It might go down in history
This beat I did not compose
I can't fuck with these Instagram hoes
I'm gonna go back to counting with my bros
(Chorus - N3ONBR!GHT)
I'm counting that bread with my brothers
I'm counting that cash with my brothers
I'm counting that dough with my brothers
I'm counting that cash with my brothers
Hello everyone, this is Y33TY99 reporting to you with a live message saying that I'm about to go fucking batshit crazy on this beat you're hearing! This is boutta be my- one of my longest verses ever so, please be ready to hear this good shit!
(I'm counting that bread with my brothers. I'm counting that cash with my brothers. I'm counting that dough with my brothers. I'm counting that cash with my brothers.)


(Verse 2 - Y33TY99)
Pop a water balloon full of my darkest thoughts (Thoughts)
Spilling everywhere till the drain getting clogged (Getting clogged)
Look at all these new chains that I bought (Holy shit!)
You girl is a ten but she looks like a thot (She bad)
Keep talking that shit, put your lips on my cock (Suck it, bitch)
I’m hiding my Milly rock inside my sock (Hiding it)
Spooky stories getting told on the dock (Woah)
Your bitch is boring but she giving good top (She giving top) (My brothers)
Bitch, you dehydrated, drink a Fiji
Hope I don’t get that rich like Chris Breezy
Waking up in the morning looking sleazy
I don’t even know the actual meaning
Of the corrupted hellscape we’re teasing
With all the shitty features we are needing
And all the stupid people we are greeting
Please get me out of this fucking TV (Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh!) (My brothers)
The foreigners are going to war on each other
The abhorrent whores are out there sucking dick for a quarter
I be going forward because I desire for more
But you’ll never see me running to the border (Border)
Imma go and light yo bitch up wit a matchstick
The one over here, not her, she a ratchet
I like my women like I like my coffee
I like my women cause they never eat broccoli (My brothers)
Maybe they do, I’m just sounding like a retard
You cannot make a four-bar verse with three bars
Imma go and shop at a flea market
Cause they have really good stuff
If I was in a rap battle, I would’ve already won
Take a risk at life and then go on the run
But life isn’t really that much fun
99 signing off, I think I’m done
[Chorus - N3ONBR!GHT]
I'm counting that bread with my brothers
I'm counting that cash with my brothers
I'm counting that dough with my brothers
I'm counting that cash with my brothers