Was It Worth It

What's your count, ****?

What's your count, ****?

What's your count, ****?

What's your amount, ****?

All these opps on my block thinkin' that they purgin', ay

Bitch, you don't wanna see me lurkin'

Too much guns up in my room, close the curtains, ay

Don't get caught up in your room, close the curtains

What  you do it for, what's your purpose?

All that fuck shit that you did, was it worth it?

What you do it for, what's your purpose?

When you shot that ****, was that shit on purpose?

Me, on your block, I don't Google home searchin', ay

Shot that **** out the frame, it's picture perfect, ay

When these bullets hit your body not like Jergens

When these bullets hit your body, have you jerkin'

Lil' **** from my ends, and he's still learnin'

If I give it to him, he ain't gon' be nervous

I just told him, lil' bro, do you have a purpose?

He said these dumb **** at school keep chirpin'

Go get some gloves, get a mask, get a stolie

Get your gun, get your clip, get your rolie

Shoot that ****, hit his bitch, hit his homies

Then play it back up in your mind just like it's Sony, ay

All these opps on my block thinkin' that they purgin', ay

Bitch, you don't wanna see me lurkin'

Too much guns up in my room, close the curtains, ay

Don't get caught up in your room, close the curtains

What you do it for, what's your purpose?

All that fuck shit that you did, was it worth it?

What you do it for, what's your purpose?

When you shot that ****, was that shit on purpose?

Long nose, black gun, I call it a Judo

The way he singin' in the station, 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 windows, thinkin' that they pressin'

Lotta mommas cry on your block, it's so depressin'

Lotta homicides, cops blockin' off your section

Lotta Twitter talk, so my gang go send a message

'Cause I don't pay mind to these Twitter birds chirpin'

Real life, you wanna see that thirty burstin'

All that fuck shit that you did made me hearsin'

**** fucked with me and now his block, yeah, I cursed it

All these opps on my block thinkin' that they purgin', ay

Bitch, you don't wanna see me lurkin'

Too much guns up in my room, close the curtain

Don't get caught up in your room, close the curtains

What you do it for, what's your purpose?

All that fuck shit that you did, was it worth it?

What you do it for, what's your purpose?

When you shot that ****, was that shit on purpose, ay