Yeat – Still countin Lyrics

Still countin

Yeat

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"Still countin." - Yeat

Thursday, 22 October 2026, 05:27 pm

Album: 2 Alivë (Geëk Pack)

Track No: 20

Racks came I was still in the Tonka
Racks came in they can't fit in this Tonka
Racks came in but I'm still in this Tonka
Gained seven mil on the table and in still sayin' Tonka
Luh crank, luh crank, luh crank
Luh crank, luh crank, luh crank
Luh wonky, luh wonky I boot it up
The Perc like a Tonky I'm fooded up
I'm off the side of the Benz you get smacked up, kid, for talking about it like dat
Bitch say she love me
She addicted to crack
Bitch say she love me
I don't love her back
Yeah some of my twizz is real deal crazy they a getcha wacked
I ain't tryna hear your music turn it off that shit some trash
I took me a mil
And I bought me a building
Pull up to the show
And I'm breakin' the ceiling
Fuck your girl, fuck your world, fuck your feelings
Yeah, I make too much cheese I don't want no dealings (Witcha)
Yeah I'm on the X tonight
Yeah I'm on the Perc tonight (Okay)
Fuck a crib I'm boutta hop on a jet and just live in the sky
Yeah, I just be callin' my demons I do what they say don't know why
Heard it's a fountain of youth
Told 'em to fill it with wok
Yeah Balenci my shoe
Yeah, told 'em to pull out the lot
Fuck twelve, fuck cops
Big bag, lil' Glock
They tryna fuck with the squad
They tryna fuck with the God
I don't know who the hell they is
I don't know who the hell you are
Yeah, I been outside in the Lamb
You don't even have ya a car
It's up and its stuck like some jam
Nothin' can take me apart
All of you rappers be sounding the same
Bitch, I couldn't even tell you apart
I just pulled up in a track, hunnid-forty watch it far
Racks came I was still in the Tonka
Racks came in they cant fit in this Tonka
Racks came in but I'm still in this Tonka
Seven mil on the table and in still sayin' Tonka
Luh crank, luh crank, luh crank
Luh crank, luh crank, luh crank
Luh wonky, luh wonky, I boot it up
The Perc like a Tonky I'm fooded up
I'm off the side of the Benz you get smacked up, kid, for talking about it dat like
Bitch say she love me
She addicted to crack
Bitch say she love me
I don't love her back
Yeah, some of my twizz is real deal crazy they a getcha wacked
I ain't tryna hear your music turn it off that shit some trash

Writer(s): Noah Smith, Robert Jurado, Tobrak Masick, Nathan Andrew Chen & Javier Mercado.

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