Lyrics King Louie – Young Niggas Countin Racks
Text:
Verse 1:
I’m just a young nigga countin racks
Flow them bands and get em back,
Cashes everything around me,
Straight it when I move around me,
Private kicks my favorite root.
I ring frequent, she would think that I fading it,
With a hannabe OB, listen to some COC,
Better bitch rolling more weed,
In more glory stay holy
Friendy matching my foresees, riling in the galaxy.
Thirty hangin out the heat, bullets look like batteries
Pocket full of politicians,
Been pressy probing tickets, tryin to wanna thum award,
Lord check what I get bored, take a picture say cheese,
I’m just in my Mercedes, they just got another one,
Stunt like my mother sun.
Hook:
And so my young niggas countin racks,
Young niggas getting money,
Bad bitch setting for looking like they’re beggin money.
I got my mack in my spray ground,
Looking like I’m beggin money,
Do it big for a win, where ain’t used to have no money.
Young niggas countin racks
Oh this for my young niggas countin racks
Uh, young niggas countin racks.
Verse 2:
I’m just the young nigga countin racks
Bring the whole out his bitch,
She blow me like she wait shit.
Passports escorts, driving on the other side,
More born this bitch, double fuck the other side.
I got friends but homicide, all this money got me high
Your bitch see me counting, she like all this money got me by,
Dope for brakefast every day, bearing up heavy way,
Rap thug shawty, 30 in the forty
Transform bands doing donuts in the Audi.
When I get them fans bitch I turn up like a party
Countin these racks smoking like a Bob Marley
Doing all for L’s and my real nigga is well.
Hook:
And so my young niggas countin racks,
Young niggas getting money,
Bad bitch setting for looking like they’re beggin money.
I got my mack in my spray ground,
Looking like I’m beggin money,
Do it big for a win, where ain’t used to have no money.
Young niggas countin racks
Oh this for my young niggas countin racks
Uh, young niggas countin racks.
Album
King Louie – March Madness
