Rylo Rodriguez – Kount Ya Hat Lyrics

Kount Ya Hat – Rylo Rodriguez Lyrics

They done hit the bulletproof fifteen times and it ain't budged

They played the trap, say he ran it up off of cases and green mud

Twin asked for some of my lean, told 'em break a leg like Nick Chubbs

Stackin' up bread off of prostitution, made her nose nub

I took a ho' to Mcdees like I'm Brorilla

Coulda 'bought a crib for a hundred my neck, I went to , nigga

I got a crib on the top of shoulders, I ain't Jaden Smith

I love a body, but messed up my so bad, very ill

She said the last nigga shoes wasn't or Chanel

Oh my third seal this week, I hang 'round killer whales

Fuck nigga stepped on thе mud, I had to stop lil' bruh from strippin' his ass

Go tie a shirt on your face, and poke 'еm up 'cause he's a rat

I love my bitch more than my accountant, I 'bout to get her tatted

I gave her a flower like the AMG, twin, count ya' hat

Lil' nigga, count ya' hat, kill a killer, you take his hats

Ask the streets how many bodies she got, count ya' hat

pour up what I spend on syrup, this money cost a Scat

Nigga, I really got diehard fans, I am Cactus Jack

Yeah, count ya' hat, pussy ass nothin' nigga count ya' hat

Yeah, count ya' hat, lil' ass nigga need count ya' hat

Yeah, count ya' Patek, rich ass nigga need count ya' Patek

Every cross a rack on a chrome jean, need count ya' pack

that nigga, nigga, I went Maybach, like Gunplay

It's spacious in here, I can hear the backflip like Gervonta (Hey, watch this)

I never be playin' security, I got smackers with me at the Pistons game

I fuckin' this cutie, she have no clout, I call her a baddie lame

The fuck is you steppin', you seen me at cousin trap, and you ran from me

I fucked her and told her I wanted her friend, and she didn't even gatekeep

These niggas be tellin' on who? They got the phone, they fed, they're real police

Know we not opps lil' nigga, just ask for a verse, politely (Say please)

These niggas my son for real, I might get the Porsche with the car seat

I watch him talk to the feds for an hour, like when do his lawyer speak?

I'm havin' the real check, they payin' two mil' for the tracklist

I made her just "cry me a river" so deep, she came back with swimming lessons

I overly pop, the reason the movie theaters been goin' out of business

I trapped since I was a youngen, and didn't even know it was illegal til' my mama said it

I'm overly jackass, you're mad bitch, go cry then

He shot with his eyes closed, that was a mistake, we on Compton

Fuck nigga get spin and then get hit then gon' on and faked your death

These niggas so goofy, they pass out the money and pay for a fake hit

If I ever get robbed, someone gon' die, or I can't even rap again

I get out on feet, if you hit a kid, you know we don't count 'em

Lil' nigga, count ya' hat, lil' nigga count ya' hat

I got her Chanel with the fur bag, it wasn't even winter yet

Lil' nigga, count ya' hat, lil' nigga count ya' hat

I ain't even fuck, I got the hat, you ain't got to beat, ya' mad

You got a bank with a body bag, nigga I-