Jay Critch - Lost My Count lyrics

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Jay Critch - Lost My Count lyrics

[Intro] (OkayKhan, let's do it now) Ayy, count the, uh, uh, gotta count the, ayy Lost my count, gotta go and count the, ayy Lost my count, gotta, ayy [Chorus] Lost my count, count the guap again Yeah, it's Hood Fav in that foreign on that block again Baddie in the passenger, tell her give me top again Lately, I've been sipping on that juice, but not Tropican (Tris) These ni**as pussy, they gon' go and call the cops again (Pussy) Ice up on the rings and all the chains got the rocks, they dance (Ice) Diamonds kick like soccer fans Brodie say he got a plan And I'm like, "I got you, man" (Yeah) Gotta ride 'round with that fan 'Cause the streets is hotter, damn, it's crazy how I made it out [Verse] Talk Money, what the play about? Need somе M's in the bank account Hit his b*tch and she staying out (Hey) I tеll the shooters to spin they circle where you hanging out (Boom, boom) These ni**as trying to get into the circle, but they staying out (30) She popped a Perc', she faded now (Perky) She su*k me up, I'm laying down He try to take what's mine, huh, shooters gon' spin and lay him down (Boom) I was talking money, but they ain't listen, don't know what I said (Don't know what I said) And I'm just me, you ni**as be different, they tough on the web, uh (Hood Fav) Dripping in Spider now, watch all these b*tches get caught in the web, uh (Hey) I keep it a hundred and they keep it fifty, it's off with his head And I'm so high, I'm off the ledge (Off of the ledge) Pouring up Wock', I'm off of the meds (Off of the meds) And I'm signed up like I'm taking attendance You ni**as is broke, so they offer you less (Offer you less) [Chorus] Lost my count, count the guap again (Count it) Yeah, it's Hood Fav in that foreign on that block again (Hood Fav) Baddie in the passenger, tell her give me top again Lately, I've been sipping on that juice, but not Tropican (Tris) These ni**as pussy, they gon' go and call the cops again (They pussy) Ice up on the rings and all the chains got the rocks, they dance (Ice) Diamonds kick like soccer fans (Ice) Brodie say he got a plan (Yeah) And I'm like, "I got you, man" (Yeah) Gotta ride 'round with that fan 'Cause the streets is hotter, damn, it's crazy how I made it out (Damn, it's crazy how I made it out)