Count Up (Jug Season)

[Hook] Black Amigo Gang, that's the clique I claim Pay attention nigga while I chase my dream Like Meek Milly all Philly nigga I sip lean Exclusive outfit nigga I stay clean I'm a young nigga, count it up OG, count it up Bad bitches, count it up Real nigga, count it up Black Amigo Gang, that's the clique I claim And I don't see no other rappers I'm in my own lane [Verse 1] Black amigo gang, lil mexico the set Cold rolex 50 thousand dollar bets Chasing them blue M&M's I salute to PeeWee dem Money power ammunution, Scooter got a 3 of em Bricks in duffle dirts Got duffle plugs in Baltimore My nigga shoot out the corner store So don't go past the red store Scooter rock the red, white and blue flag, but I don't gangbang though You know they [?] fuck around and get smoked I ain't crippin' but my partners do I ain't players but my niggas who Keep it real ya I fuck with you You a runner I ain't through with you [Hook] [Verse 2] If theres a bad bitch in Atlanta I done fucked them If a nigga open in Atlanta I [?] She take out the autotunes off, these rappers ain't nothing Before these rappers [?] I was in Cali jugging Along as he was with me smoking ride through the 6 Flying packs through the hood, taking chances with [?] One pointed at my head, [?] My whole hood was ready before I heard a bitch boy I just took a [?] he want a V12 Lil Mexico city, cocaina for sale Every state I do a show, they tell me I'm too real I bought 20 [?] this rap fake as hell