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countin
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countin è stato pubblicato il 9 ottobre 2026 da soretro come parte dell'album countin - Single
9 ottobre 2026
Etichettasoretro
LinguaEnglish
BPM70
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia

Testi

I'm countin' up, countin' up
If my pack catch a stray, then round 'em up
Like girls, like my bag, she ain't round enough
Pour the Wock in the Sprite, finna drown it up
Y-yuh, bitch, I love countin' my queso
Slid a diamond, she gave me that great throat
I can't kick it with **** that fake, no
Zip the Bape to my face like a halo
In the cut and we spark up that shit like hibachi
Took his girl for the night and we gettin' real raunchy
He movin' weird, so I told him to get from 'round me
Best in the underground, **** just copies
I sleep with my stick just in case they slide on me
This Wock make me braindead, I move like a zombie
Joe, they want the beef, yeah, they lookin' real sloppy
I clean my own money, don't need no damn laundry
(That is Soretro)
Hit yo' block, every corner, like it's DVD
Asked a question, can't answer: who better than me?
Pull up in the Lex, actin' reckless in the street
Hold a press conference, quiet down, and let me speak
Counted up so damn fast, I don't know what I made
Bitch, I feel like Kozuki, I do what it takes
Move like Shai with the rock, watch me serve up the base
Put Soretro on top, put the gang on a plate
Like the Flash, I got motion just sitting in my unreleased
I got this white ho, she said that it's real peak
All that chat on the net, it ain't do shit to me
Back-to-back in song wars, yeah I like to threepeat
Uh, now all these **** want beef
Slide like I'm Ramos, I aim for the teeth
And I run up the bag, I just do what I please
I'm countin' up, countin' up
If my pack catch a stray, then round 'em up
Like girls, like my bag, she ain't round enough
Pour the Wock in the Sprite, finna drown it up
Y-yuh, bitch, I love countin' my queso
Slid a diamond, she gave me that great throat
I can't kick it with **** that fake, no
Zip the Bape to my face like a halo
In the cut and we spark up that shit like hibachi
Took his girl for the night and we gettin' real raunchy
He movin' weird, so I told him to get from 'round me
Best in the underground, **** just copies
I sleep with my stick just in case they slide on me
This Wock make me braindead, I move like a zombie
Joe, they want the beef, yeah, they lookin' real sloppy
I clean my own money, don't need no damn laundry
I just stay out the way, yeah I'm countin, I'm stackin
I just laugh in the booth while I'm thumbin' through cash
If they want a reaction, I'm bringin' the action
No skill in his flow, that boy button mash
That boy is a fraud, he not Yuta Okkotsu
Switch up on the squad, try to speak and I ghost you
Here's a piece of advice that you gotta hold close to
Keep the heat in the fleece if they try to approach you
(Pew)
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