100 (Count It)

We been ballin' hard, yeah

Turnin’ up that real shit

Tracks full of bars, yeah

Y'all just wanna steal this

Bottles at the club, yeah, bass

That you can feel, bitch

We just turnin' up, yeah, man

We on that real shit

Count it, count it, count it, count it

A hundred tracks, what you

Know about it? Bitch, don’t doubt it

Count it, count it, count it, count it

A hundred tracks, what you

Know about it? Bitch, go count it

That's a hundred in the works

We the type to finish first

Whole squad fucking cursed

Midas' touch on every verse

Count it a hundred of beats, ay

Count it a hundred of weeks, ay

Started off Q203, ay, now in

The hills all this heat, ay

We the rebels, not the saints, fuck with us

Got no restraints

Freedom pouring out our veins

Break the hell outta these chains

Feels like I'm going insane, 'cause

I haven't made a name, uh

Conquered, then we came, get the

Hell out of my way, ay

A hundred, go count it, one hundred

Go count it

A hundred tracks, never missed a week

Fucking count it

One hundred, go count it, a hundred

Go count it

A hundred tracks, never missed a week

Fucking count it 'Bout to start a riot, uh

They can't keep us quiet, uh

Just call me the pilot, ’cause

We mobbing out united, uh

Yeah, we came to work, uh

And we came to play

Work hard, play hard, almost

Every fucking day, uh

We been ballin’ hard, yeah

Turnin' up that real shit

Tracks full of bars, yeah

Y’all just wanna steal this

Bottles at the club, yeah, bass

That you can feel, bitch

We just turnin' up, yeah, man

We on that real shit

Count it, count it, count it, count it

A hundred tracks, what you

Know about it? Bitch, don't doubt it

Count it, count it, count it, count it

A hundred tracks, what you

Know about it? Bitch, go count it

Doing it like lil Wayne, uh

Releasing shit like it's the plague, uh

Track after track, it’s insane, uh

Bitch, get the hell out my lane, uh

I'm just gon' ride to the beat, yeah

Lyrics, they come out my teeth, yeah

We do this shit every week, uh

Then put that shit on repeat, uh

I keep on going I'm rolling

And putting a show on

I hit 'em with each song

They don't know the next one

They think that I'm broken

I cause a commotion

No need for promotion, I'm staying in motion

I keep the devotion to words that are spoken

And winning's the slogan

So cold that you frozen

Vast like the ocean, we pass those

In motion and stay so outspoken, uh

Balling like I'm Mo Bamba, I'm the show

And we about to blow all on the radio ay, ay

Look at me, fuck with me, hate on me

Love on me

Look at me, fuck with me, hate on me

Love on me

I don't know how I'm functioning

I just keep on hustling

Pour it up, it's bubbling, I got

One life, so I'm guzzling, ay

Count it, count it, count it, count it

A hundred tracks, what you

Know about it? Bitch, don't doubt it

Count it, count it, count it, count it

A hundred tracks, what you

Know about it? Bitch, go count it