Countdown

Uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh

One two three four
How many rounds
Just to work on the core
Give her the hammer
But don't come with Thor
Toss me a job
But don't work at the store
One two three
Leave
Not on the roster
But play for the team
Hit up a dummy
I'm not with the games
Peep how you moving
You never going change
Ball, NBA
I ain't go to the league
Come and it go
I'm a point Jeff Teague
Look what they do
For some fame
They get greedy
One two
Hop in the stu
Ain't nothing changed
Still with the crew
Giving out blessings
Like I was a Jew
How that's your baby
She calling me boo
Peep that you mad
Okay cool

Step on the scene
Every time
We going rock out
Pour up some deuce
Take a shot
Like a trap house
How many more
I don't know
Imma pass out
Look
Oooo aaaaa
Man down
See me and Ra crankin'
Want to be our friend now
Had to get on my grind
I ain't get no handout
When we come up
Best believe we gon jam out
Uh, uh
Where the countdown

One two three four
How many rounds
Just to work on the core
Give her the hammer
But don't come with Thor
Toss me a job
But don't work at the store
One two three
Leave
Not on the roster
But play for the team
Hit up a dummy
I'm not with the games
Peep how you moving
You never going change
Ball, NBA
I ain't go to the league
Come and it go
I'm a point Jeff Teague
Look what they do
For some fame
They get greedy
One two
Hop in the stu
Ain't nothing changed
Still with the crew
Giving out blessings
Like I was a Jew
How that's your baby
She calling me boo
Peep that you mad
Okay cool

Momma ain't raise no fool
Stop it
I got some bars
That's jaw locking
Looking at a bad lil shawdy
Where the bop at
Pull around the lot
Like skrt what a stop is

One two three four
How many rounds
Just to work on the core
Give her the hammer
But don't come with Thor
Toss me a job
But don't work at the store
One two three
Leave
Not on the roster
But play for the team
Hit up a dummy
I'm not with the games
Peep how you moving
You never going change
Ball, NBA
I ain't go to the league
Come and it go
I'm a point Jeff Teague
Look what they do
For some fame
They get greedy
One two
Hop in the stu
Ain't nothing changed
Still with the crew
Giving out blessings
Like I was a Jew
How that's your baby
She calling me boo
Peep that you mad
Okay cool



Credits
Writer(s): Craig Johnson
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