Soon as you count me out
I'm fenna win
Been stacking on my paper
From all the nays sins please
I'm never waiting on fakers to try to blow me up
Can't wait for fakers to stop
You'll never slow me up
You'll never hold me up
Never no me up
When you started count me out
I started growing up
Ya'll my fans I'm just going have to fold you up
Can't you understand you fade her
You just not cold enough
Hey to all the chickens with the bad karma
I'm Ms. Toi I'm fenna hit you with some hot lava
And Ima starve ya and carve ya until the shit gets hotter
And ya'll cease all the drama
You ought to be thankful that
I'm even up in this rap game
Not just a rapper I hustle and do some big things
Business first ain't got to have a bunch of big chain
A reputable in these streets amongst some
Big gangs and it's a big strain
You wanna clone her huh
Ya'll can't figure me out
You wanna stone her huh
It's part of the recipe
You know it's nothing less than VIP
Ya'll can't never count me out
I'm hip hop check your history
Soon as you count me out
I'm fenna win
Been stacking on my paper
From all the nays sins please
I'm never waiting on fakers to try to blow me up
Can't wait for fakers to stop
You'll never slow me up
You'll never hold me up
Never no me up
When you started count me out
I started growing up
Ya'll my fans I'm just going have to fold you up
Can't you understand you fade her
You just not cold enough
Can't fade her not cold enough
You can't trade her can't bait her
Can't play her try to count me out
And ima still get the paper paper
Trade marker laid back with my ganja
With that money counter
Hit the rest with the router
On track with my partner marijuana
Got to hit a few corners what's happening
Ima keep my foot straight on them
I'm good with the mackin
Mixed with the action
Ya'll ain't ready for this real shit
Ya'll good with the barking
Hood with the yapping
Ya'll stay ready with the bs
Hit after hit you bout to get this
Can't take it back you on my hit list
Try to count me watch when I win
My foot stool every time again and again
Climbing up the ladder passing up all of your sins
You knew you couldn't count
See me stacking all these ends
Soon as you count me out
I'm fenna win
Been stacking on my paper
From all the nays sins please
I'm never waiting on fakers to try to blow me up
Can't wait for fakers to stop
You'll never slow me up
You'll never hold me up
Never no me up
When you started count me out
I started growing up
Ya'll my fans I'm just going have to fold you up
Can't you understand you fade her
You just not cold enough