Who got the beat this time?
Who gonna beat me down?
Tell it, tell it
Who got the beat this time?
Keep it hundred

Whatcha' gonna show me fam?
Whatcha gonna show me bro?
That ain't me tho'
You want a word with me?
You want to tell me some?

And tell your bitch, to get off my shit
Smoking on that home roll
You know that I keep it on poise

Yeah, I could've came out tonight
For a flex and a float
And you know it might
When I get fucked up
When I get half cut
That I make that kind get rowdy

Hey
Make a scene
Make it real
Make it feel
Hey
Make it loud
Make it proud
Make it count

(We go, go ratchet)
(We go, you better watch yourself)
(We go, go ratchet)
(We go, you better watch)

I'm-ma let you have your say
But I ain't let you have your way
I'm-ma see I'm-ma
I'm-ma let you have your say
But

Like it, like it or
Sit in a club on this street we own
With two shots and a world of pain
And a, two shots, and a

Tell your dudes that we get rude
Smoking sour diesel
You know that that shit means something

So gimme the rhythm and I'll suffer alone
Givin' you a taste of that ?
Rockin' your world and I jack your phone
And I told them and say

Hey
Make a scene
Make it real
Make it feel
Hey
Make it loud
Make it proud
Make it count

Hey
Make a scene
Make it real
Make it feel
Hey
Make it loud
Make it proud
Make it count

I say make it count
I say make it count
I say make it count
And get ready

Hey
Make a scene
Make it real
Make it feel
Hey
Make it loud
Make it proud
Make it count

Hey
Make a scene
Make it real
Make it feel
Hey
Make it loud
Make it proud
Make it count

I just make it count
And get ready Writer/s: GORDON MOAKES, KELE OKEREKE, MATT TONG, RUSSELL LISSACK
Publisher: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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