[Intro]
This EP, I'm makin' this entire ass EP
Eghem‚ I'm makin' this entire ass EP faded
And I'm makin' it within the span of like‚ one hour
So‚ respect that shit, eghem, countin' up my bands

[Chorus]
Bitch‚ I'm countin' up my bands, in the back of the club
Go back to Irag or Iran, if you wanna get bucked
So if you really wanna test me‚ bitch, I don't give a fuck
Then run up on my block, and don't go suckin' on your damn cart

[Verse]
Because that's what you do, when you at home
You a pussy ass bitch, with no where to go
Pussy ass bitch don't got no home
'Cuz he don't fuckin' know
Aye, yeah, aye, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo
Aye, so I count up bands, bands, bands
So I, count up bands, in the back of the whip
Your momma suck up on my dick
And give me that extra lip
'Cuz you already know I ain't your blood
I ain't no damn crip
Y'all gang bangers want to test me
But you testin' my lim', (Yeah)
Fuck it, fuck it, count up my, ou, money
Money, all of my, bands up, bands up
Testin' my, set bruh, set bro, woah
Countin' up bands, hundred bands
All in my pocket, durag, hoe, woah
I just copped another
Gucci on my shoerack, woah
Every pussy want to test me, but he ain't know
Every pussy want to test me, but he ain't know
Where to fuckin' go, yeah
Money on my shelf
You ain't goin' to, hell
You aren't goin' to, hell
Pistol on my, shelf
Fathers ringin', bells
This that shit that, yells
This that shit that, bails
Whitney, with that girl, woah