Lucki - Count On Me II lyrics

[Verse 1] I'm everybody's favorite plug, with no me they out of sockets Got clients that's on probation, say the d** too good to drop it That's they problem. Yeah that's they problem I keep 'em hooked and hungover, I'm the drug dealing closet They short with cash and beg for soft pa**es, ain't lobbing They love me. They quit and come right back, they Brett Favre-ing Better stop it. They better stop it Cause if they leave I get a better cheesehead like Aaron Rogers Check my posture, I'm too straight to get robbed or caught by the cops So all these setting me up, snitching on me rumors better stop If pockets wet enough, I come clean the job up with druggie mops No I'm no goofy, no pushing me around, my buggy locked, uh I probably come off as selfish and OC But this my show, they buy the ticket, so I give 'em the nosebleeds and sh** Long as they keep copping and telling their homies I'm like a desk in math cla**: they can count on me Uh [Hook] So it's real, the streets talking huh? The whole town on me As long as they know I don't do handouts Again, they can count on me They can count on me They can count on me As long as they know I don't do handouts They can count on me [Verse 2] So that one Black b**h? She beat her addiction, pray for a relapse Got offended by the first count on me and then went to rehab That's my fault, she say "You tweeking, people shouldn't know what I'm into I'm your patient anyway, thought our sessions were confidential" But f** that b**h, just know I'm serving if you call But anyways I'm back to moving them packs like U-Haul As matter fact, think the junkies love me just as much as packs It's probably that, druggies keep 'em rolling, pray they never crap, uh And if they nice, 12 for 32 like rulers That's why I gotta keep my eyes open like pervs in Hooters No tricks up they sleeves, I give 'em vests, don't let 'em fool you They gotta learn to count on me like grade schoolers And if they nice, 12 for 32 like rulers That's why I gotta keep my eyes open like pervs in Hooters No tricks up they sleeves, I give 'em vests, don't let 'em fool you The first one didn't get to 'em, so I "Part Two"ed 'em, uh [Hook] So it's real, the streets talking huh? So the whole town on me? As long as they know I don't do handouts Again, they can count on me They can count on me