Young Scooter - Count Up (Jug Season) lyrics

[Hook] Black Amigo Gang, that's the clique I claim Pay attention n***a while I chase my dream Like Meek Milly all Philly n***a I sip lean Exclusive outfit n***a I stay clean I'm a young n***a, count it up OG, count it up Bad b**hes, count it up Real n***a, count it up Black Amigo Gang, that's the clique I claim And I don't see no other rappers I'm in my own lane [Verse 1] Black amigo gang, lil mexico the set Cold rolex 50 thousand dollar bets Chasing them blue M&M's I salute to PeeWee dem Money power ammunution, Scooter got a 3 of em Bricks in duffle dirts Got duffle plugs in Baltimore My n***a shoot out the corner store So don't go past the red store Scooter rock the red, white and blue flag, but I don't g**n though You know they [?] f** around and get smoked I ain't crippin' but my partners do I ain't players but my n***as who Keep it real ya I f** with you You a runner I ain't through with you [Hook] [Verse 2] If theres a bad b**h in Atlanta I done f**ed them If a n***a open in Atlanta I [?] She take out the autotunes off, these rappers ain't nothing Before these rappers [?] I was in Cali jugging Along as he was with me smoking ride through the 6 Flying packs through the hood, taking chances with [?] One pointed at my head, [?] My whole hood was ready before I heard a b**h boy I just took a [?] he want a V12 Lil Mexico city, c**aina for sale Every state I do a show, they tell me I'm too real I bought 20 [?] this rap fake as hell