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Yeat - Still Countin (AUDIO)
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Yeat
Yeat
Vocals
Rision
Rision
Programming
mTwenty Archive
mTwenty Archive
Programming
Synthetic
Synthetic
Programming
Ninetyniiine
Ninetyniiine
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Robert Jurado
Robert Jurado
Songwriter
Tobrak Masick
Tobrak Masick
Songwriter
Nathan Andrew Chen
Nathan Andrew Chen
Songwriter
Javier Mercado
Javier Mercado
Songwriter
Noah Smith
Noah Smith
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Rision
Rision
Producer
mTwenty Archive
mTwenty Archive
Producer
Synthetic
Synthetic
Producer
Ninetyniiine
Ninetyniiine
Producer
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer
Noah Smith
Noah Smith
Engineer

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Racks came in, I was still in the Tonka, ha (ooh-ooh) Racks came in, they can't fit in this Tonka, ha (ooh) Racks came in, but I'm still in this Tonka, yeah (ooh-ooh) Seven mill' on the table and I'm still sayin' Tonka, yeah (ooh-ooh) Luh crank, luh crank, luh crank (ooh-ooh) Luh crank, luh crank, luh crank (ooh-ooh, go) Luh wonky, luh wonky, I booted up, yeah (booted up) The Percs, they gon' take me, I booted up (yeah) I'm on the Xan' and the bean You get smacked off, keep on talkin' 'bout it like that Bitch say she love me, she addicted to crank Bitch say she love me (what?), I don't love her back (ha) Yeah, some of my twizzys real deal crazy, they'll get you whacked I ain't tryna hear your music, turn it off, that shit some trash I touched me a mill', and I bought me a building Pull up to the show, and I'm breakin' the ceiling (turn up) Yeah, fuck your girl, fuck your world, fuck your feelings Yeah, I make too much cheese, I don't want no dealings (with you) Yeah, I'm on the X tonight (ooh-ooh) Yeah, I'm on the Perc' tonight (okay) Fuck a crib, I'm 'bout to hop on a jet and just live in the sky (sky) Yeah, I just been callin' my demons, I do what they say, don't know why Heard there's a fountain of youth (youth) Told 'em to fill it with Wock' Yeah, Balenci' my shoe, yeah Told 'em I pulled out the lot (ooh) Fuck 12, fuck cop (ooh) Big bag, lil' Glock (ooh) They tryna fuck with the squad, they tryna fuck with the God (ooh) I don't know who they is, I don't know who they are, yeah (ooh) I been outside in the Lamb', you don't even have you a car (ooh) It's up and it's stuck like some jam, no, they can't tear me apart All of you rappers be soundin' the same Bitch, I couldn't even tell you apart I just pulled up in the Track' 140, watch it park Racks came in, I was still in the Tonka, ha (ooh-ooh) Racks came in, they can't fit in this Tonka, ha (ooh) Racks came in, but I'm still in this Tonka, yeah (ooh-ooh) Seven mill' on the table and I'm still sayin' Tonka, yeah (ooh-ooh) Luh crank, luh crank, luh crank (ooh-ooh) Luh crank, luh crank, luh crank (ooh-ooh, go) Luh wonky, luh wonky, I booted up, yeah (booted up) The Percs, they gon' take me, I booted up (yeah) I'm on the Xan' and the bean You get smacked off, keep on talkin' 'bout it like that Bitch say she love me, she addicted to crank Bitch say she love me (what?), I don't love her back (ha) Yeah, some of my twizzys real deal crazy, they'll get you whacked I ain't tryna hear your music, turn it off, that shit some trash
Writer(s): Noah Olivier Smith, Nathan Andrew Chen, Javier Mercado, Robert Joshua Jurad, Tobrak Masick Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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