[Part I]

[Intro]

Bitch, yeah, let me count for y'all

[Verse]

One of one, it ain't no duplication of my DNA

Two hoes, one a scammer, other one a CNA

Three, two, one, shit, I'm finna give a PSA

Four bullets holes into your cape, I catch you bein' brave

Five seconds left up on the clock, I'm hittin' buzzer beaters

Six bars for twenty-K, I just knocked out another feature

Seven seas how I'm drippin', I create sauce

Tell the opps, I'm last one in the hole just like a 8-ball

9-1-1, call them bastards, firе in the booth

Ten out of ten timеs, can tell a liar from the truth

It's eleven-eleven, you better make a wish

At eleven, I turn thirteen like twelve ain't exist

Catch me hoppin' out your bushes, it's Friday the 13th (We'll turn your block to Crystal Lake)

Fourteen grams, use my wrist and turn it to a zip

Cuddy just made fifteen in a day, he servin' in the sticks

Sweet sixteen of the Wocky, I'ma break the bracket

The Glocky hold a seventeen today, I played it standard (I ain't wanna stick out in public)

If the eighteen-wheeler make it back, just know I'm rubber band man, just like David Banner

I was nineteen with a plan, but they ain't understand

20/20 vision off the shrooms, I'm in Wonderland

Lil' brodie steady clutchin', he a savage, 21

Twenty-two, I tote the deuce, deuce, this bitch a tummy tuck

Twenty-three, it gotta be my jersey number, bitch, I'm G.O.A.T

Twenty-four, I ball like Kobe, in the clutch, bitch, it's the up

Twenty-fifth of December, that's the type of gift that I am

Twenty-six different ways to do fraud, must forget that I scam

Scrumble touch down with twenty-seven like he Eddie George

Actin' like he sellin' twenty-eights, how much you bet he poor?

On the twenty-ninth, he gettin' fired because dawg a temp

Hustle that's instilled in me, could score a thirty off the bench

Thirty-one, he rollin' Reggie, sippin' Miller Lite

Opps say they got thirty, I tote thirty-two 'cause it's on sight

Thirty-three, I pour a three then double back, I'm finna fly

Thirty-four people in front of you, you gotta sit in line

Thirty-five, rollin' up Durantulas, these three fives

Why your wrist on thirty-six? You know you lookin' weak, guy

It's thirty-seven different reasons I can't stop hustlin'

Up the .38 and hit his top, hell nah, we not tustlin'

Why you tryna beef with me, like ain't you thirty-nine?

Shooter got .40 with a mop for all you dirty guys

Forty-one, I'm fadin' off the drugs, I'm finna do the dirt

My Audemar a forty-two, like all I had to do was work

Forty-three days without drank, the monkey grabbin' on my shirt

Forty-four outside, but bitch, I'm sweatin', active off a Perc'

Forty-five plus fifty-five, that's me, like add me up, you nerd

Paid Habibi forty-six, don't even ask me why he purged

They think I play with trick dice, I rolled like forty sevens

First forty-eight, you a snitch

Forty-nine times out of fifty, I think you would switch

Fifty rackies if you never seen that lil' boy, you a shrimp

[Part II]

[Verse]

Fifty-one lines in, forty-nine to go (Haha, had to switch the beat on 'em)

It's fifty-two cards in the deck, I played the ones they gave me

Fifty-three, I'm banging fifth thirds, I played the bank so crazy

Fifty-four nights on the road

This the fifty-fifth day, still goin' strong

Fourth and fifty-six, fuck it, gang, I'm goin' long

Fifty-seven, five-seven F&N, I'm totin' pole

Fifty-eight jacks stacked double like a totem pole

Fifty-nine, if he a Jack Ham, them Steelers on his dome (Look him up)

It's sixty seconds in a minute, do you use your time wisely? (Do you?)

Unky said the first time that he trapped was '61

Sixty-two hundred on my fit, you down to sixty slugs

Sixty-three, doubled up the lead, it's like six to three (They ain't finna score again, it's over)

Boy, this life shit not a game, this not Nintendo 64

Knock sixty-five times before they let us in the door

If it wasn't for the rap, I'd be on Route 66

Or probably have like sixty-seven credit cards in the whip

Akhi put a sixty-eight into his dash, he in the ditch (Boom)

If they get him in that room, he gon' sixty-nine

Cruise control, I got it set at seventy, ain't finna drive

Doggy whip a 1971, he movin' ill-advised

Seventy-two, I think 'bout seven two and I look in the sky

Today's forecast's seventy-three, it's lookin' beautiful

I don't gang bang, but know some seven-fours and I can merch on that

I-75 to Eight Mile, just the usual

You would've thought the spot was seventy-six 'cause all we serve is gas

Cuban hit for seventy-seven, Luka Trončić on the Mavs (Mark Cuban, you get it?)

Remember ridin' in that shooter, only goin' seventy-eight with both feet on the gas

I don't get it, could be seventy-nine, still won't be on my ass

Eighty on me, four pockets full, a dub in each one

Bro drop a eighty-one like Mamba, please don't be dumb

Eighty-two games in the season, I won't miss nada

Chain know like eighty-three dance moves, this bitch Sada

Drankheads, we done poured eighty fours, Impala (Skrrt, skrrt)

Eighty-five, bet I catch the bag like Ocho Cinco (I might as well change my first name to "Chad")

We'll nuke yo' block like Chernobyl in '86

You rollin' up some eighty-seven, I can't take a hit

Drop a eight, then drop a eight, it's purple when I take a piss

Dudie only got eighty-nine likes, why he take that pic? (Corny)

I'm on a ninety day grind, shit, God can be the judge

Walked in, only threw like ninety ones? You need to leave the club

'92 Jordan, catch me scorin' in the clutch

Ninety-three in my truck, plus, it's in my blunt

94, hot as hell, I'm dodgin' state troopers

If they pull up with a hundred, ninety-five some fake shooters

'96 Bulls how we ball, bitch

Ninety-seven percent that we tackle 'em, I call, "Blitz"

Pieces ninety-eight cents each, but these bitches bussin'

Ninety-nine my overall, that ain't shit to go get a bucket

Only right we end it here, gon' always keep this shit a hundred

[Outro]

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