Countdown
Yo, yo
Niggas think they can do a bitch dirty in Warsaw (what?)
That'll get you done dirty with the sawed off (brrra)
This shit a game, take your dame, cut your balls off (uh huh)
Now you tryna apologize, nigga, it's a lost cause (I ain't hearin' that shit, nigga)
I hate to be the crazy bitch (the crazy bitch)
But these niggas like to play and shit not knowin' who they playin' with (who they playin' with)
Fuck bustin' out your windows (uh-uh)
I'ma put a bomb in your Benz (uh-huh), do harm to your mental (ooh)
Huh, have you seein' me in your dreams (huh, uh-huh)
Hitman walkin' up to you like they a fiend (uh-oh)
To the point that when you think of me, you scream (ha, shit)
Every red light you see, you thinkin' it's a beam (brrra, the fuck is that?)
Huh, ain't nothin' like a woman scorned (woman scorned)
I had you wishin' you was never born (never born)
This the countdown, bang the underground
Bang a hundred rounds, nigga, you watered down
This the countdown, bang the underground (uh-huh)
Bang a hundred rounds (uh-huh), nigga, you watered down
I'm Tina Turner with the burner (what up?)
Hit her, doot, doot, doot (her, brra)
Him, doot, doot, doot (him, doot)
Them, doot, doot, doot (boom, boom, boom, boom)
Shotty to your body, caught him comin' out Versace (out Versace, brra)
The bitch had on my Cavallis (what? Yo, kill that bitch)
Huh, I ran the spot with a great mind (great mind)
Moved a half a mill' of yours cross state lines (come on)
Even held you down when you did that little state time (uh-huh)
Now you got me on some murder shit, cuttin' break lines (it's over)
Just thinkin' 'bout this shit got me sick (got me sick)
I never thought that you would've switched (damn)
And I really though that you could commit (damn)
And I really thought that that was my dick (what's up?)
Turns out, nigga, you wasn't shit (uh-huh, shit)
But niggas ain't shit but hoes and tricks (hoes and tricks)
Don't matter if you paid or the coldest bitch (it don't matter, nigga)
My niggas put a bomb in your brand new whip (uh-huh, boom)
Had to go and tear them all down with all your ends, nigga (what's up?)
This the countdown, bang the underground
Bang a hundred rounds, nigga, you watered down
This the countdown, bang the underground
Bang a hundred rounds, nigga, you watered down
Niggas think they can do a bitch dirty in Warsaw (what?)
That'll get you done dirty with the sawed off (brrra)
This shit a game, take your dame, cut your balls off (uh huh)
Now you tryna apologize, nigga, it's a lost cause (I ain't hearin' that shit, nigga)
I hate to be the crazy bitch (the crazy bitch)
But these niggas like to play and shit not knowin' who they playin' with (who they playin' with)
Fuck bustin' out your windows (uh-uh)
I'ma put a bomb in your Benz (uh-huh), do harm to your mental (ooh)
Huh, have you seein' me in your dreams (huh, uh-huh)
Hitman walkin' up to you like they a fiend (uh-oh)
To the point that when you think of me, you scream (ha, shit)
Every red light you see, you thinkin' it's a beam (brrra, the fuck is that?)
Huh, ain't nothin' like a woman scorned (woman scorned)
I had you wishin' you was never born (never born)
This the countdown, bang the underground
Bang a hundred rounds, nigga, you watered down
This the countdown, bang the underground (uh-huh)
Bang a hundred rounds (uh-huh), nigga, you watered down
I'm Tina Turner with the burner (what up?)
Hit her, doot, doot, doot (her, brra)
Him, doot, doot, doot (him, doot)
Them, doot, doot, doot (boom, boom, boom, boom)
Shotty to your body, caught him comin' out Versace (out Versace, brra)
The bitch had on my Cavallis (what? Yo, kill that bitch)
Huh, I ran the spot with a great mind (great mind)
Moved a half a mill' of yours cross state lines (come on)
Even held you down when you did that little state time (uh-huh)
Now you got me on some murder shit, cuttin' break lines (it's over)
Just thinkin' 'bout this shit got me sick (got me sick)
I never thought that you would've switched (damn)
And I really though that you could commit (damn)
And I really thought that that was my dick (what's up?)
Turns out, nigga, you wasn't shit (uh-huh, shit)
But niggas ain't shit but hoes and tricks (hoes and tricks)
Don't matter if you paid or the coldest bitch (it don't matter, nigga)
My niggas put a bomb in your brand new whip (uh-huh, boom)
Had to go and tear them all down with all your ends, nigga (what's up?)
This the countdown, bang the underground
Bang a hundred rounds, nigga, you watered down
This the countdown, bang the underground
Bang a hundred rounds, nigga, you watered down
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Writer(s): Armani Caesar
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