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