Was It Worth It

What's your count, nigga? (M-M-M-Money Music) What's your count, nigga? What's your count, nigga? What's your amount, nigga? All these opps on my block thinking that they purging, ayy Bitch, you don't wanna see me lurking Too much guns up in my room, close the curtains, ayy Don't get caught up in your room, close the curtains What'd you do it for? What's your purpose? All that fuck shit that you did, was it worth it? What'd you do it for? What's your purpose? When you shot that nigga was that shit on purpose? Ayy Me on your block, I'm Google, how I'm searching, ayy Shot that nigga out the frame, it's picture-perfect, ayy When these bullets hit your body, not like Jergens (When these bullets hit your body, have you jerking) Little nigga from my ends and he still learning If I give it to him he ain't gonna be nervous I just told him, "Little bro, do you have a purpose?" He said these lil' niggas at school keep chirpin' Go get some gloves, get a mask, get a stolie Get your gun, get your clip, get your Rollie Shoot that nigga, hit his bitch, hit his homies Then play it back up in your mind just like it's Sony All these opps on my block thinking that they purging, ayy Bitch, you don't wanna see me lurking Too much guns up in my room, close the curtains, ayy Don't get caught up in your room, close the curtains What'd you do it for? What's your purpose? All that fuck shit that you did, was it worth it? What'd you do it for? What's your purpose? When you shot that nigga was that shit on purpose? Ayy Long nose, black gun, I call it Jew, though The way he singing in the station he need a Juno Roll up on 'em splash, brains into noodles We gon' roll up on 'em, splash, send his ass to Pluto Opps hit a window thinking that they pressing 'Lotta mamas cry on your block, it's so depressing 'Lotta homicides, cops locking off your section 'Lotta Twitter talk so my gang go send a message 'Cause I don't pay mind to these Twitter birds chirping Real life, you wanna see that thirty bursting All that fuck shit that you did made me hearse him Nigga fucked with me and now his whole block, yeah, I cursed it All these opps on my block thinking that they purging, ayy Bitch, you don't wanna see me lurking Too much guns up in my room, close the curtains, ayy Don't get caught up in your room, close the curtains What'd you do it for? What's your purpose? All that fuck shit that you did, was it worth it? What'd you do it for? What's your purpose? When you shot that nigga was that shit on purpose? Ayy (M-M-M-Money Music)