[Intro]
What's your count, n***a?
(M-M-M-Money Musik)
What's your count, n***a?
What's your count, n***a?
What's your amount, n***a?

[Chorus]
All these opps on my block thinking that they purging, ayy
Bitch, you don't wanna see me lurking
Too much guns up in my room, close the curtains, ayy
Don't get caught up in your room, close the curtains
What'd you do it for? What's your purpose?
All that fuck shit that you did, was it worth it?
What'd you do it for? What's your purpose?
When you shot that n***a was that shit on purpose? Ayy

[Verse 1]
Me on your block, I'm Google, how I'm searching, ayy
Shot that n***a out the frame, it's picture-perfect, ayy
When these bullets hit your body, not like Jergens
When these bullets hit your body, have you jerking
Little n***a from my ends and he still learning
If I give it to him he ain't gonna be nervous
I just told him, "Little bro, do you have a purpose?"
He said these lil' n***as at school keep chirpin'
Go get some gloves, get a mask, get a stolie
Get your gun, get your clip, get your Rollie
Shoot that n***a, hit his bitch, hit his homies
Then play it back up in your mind just like it's Sony
[Chorus]
All these opps on my block thinking that they purging, ayy
Bitch, you don't wanna see me lurking
Too much guns up in my room, close the curtains, ayy
Don't get caught up in your room, close the curtains
What'd you do it for? What's your purpose?
All that fuck shit that you did, was it worth it?
What'd you do it for? What's your purpose?
When you shot that n***a was that shit on purpose? Ayy

[Verse 2]
Long nose, black gun, I call it Jew, though
The way he singing in the station he need a Juno
Roll up on 'em splash, brains into noodles
We gon' roll up on 'em, splash, send his ass to Pluto
Opps hit a window thinking that they pressing
'Lotta mamas cry on your block, it's so depressing
'Lotta homicides, cops locking off your section
'Lotta Twitter talk so my gang go send a message
'Cause I don't pay mind to these Twitter birds chirping
Real life, you wanna see that thirty bursting
All that fuck shit that you did made me hearse him
N***a fucked with me and now his whole block, yeah, I cursed it

[Chorus]
All these opps on my block thinking that they purging, ayy
Bitch, you don't wanna see me lurking
Too much guns up in my room, close the curtains, ayy
Don't get caught up in your room, close the curtains
What'd you do it for? What's your purpose?
All that fuck shit that you did, was it worth it?
What'd you do it for? What's your purpose?
When you shot that n***a was that shit on purpose? Ayy
(M-M-M-Money Musik)