The Countdown
Shit, let's get to it
I got the cutter in my pants
I got the cutter in my pants if you want to do a dance
One, Two
Three, Four
She gone, she gon' fuck me when I say go
Playing with my shit, like it's Playdoh
If I ever lose this money, I'ma get more
You can't get this jacket it's not in the store
Don't leave her around me I'ma leave her sore
It's the countdown nigga one, two
One, Two, Three, Four
We always winning nigga, all we do is score
We top four and we not four
Rare boys on top mane you know the code
These niggas can't stop me when I'm in my mode
Phone call ring, ring, that's another load
I always have these hoes jumping like a toad
Every time I drop something they hitting download
We taking off nigga, we 'bout to explode
One, two, uh One, Two
I'm the sickest nigga, like a had the flu
You know this money stuck to me like I had some glue
It's all coming to the light, now tell the truth
It's probably one rack, for one shoe
Why all these hating ass niggas coming out the blue
You better wait your turn, sit in the queue
I had 'em scared of me, nigga said whew
Give yo' bitch up, she looking like she through
Rare boys coming through, nigga chew chew
I know y'all hear the train in the back
I got the cutter in my pants
I got the cutter in my pants if you want to do a dance
One, Two
Three, Four
She gone, she gon' fuck me when I say go
Playing with my shit, like it's Playdoh
If I ever lose this money, I'ma get more
You can't get this jacket it's not in the store
Don't leave her around me I'ma leave her sore
It's the countdown nigga one, two
One, Two, Three, Four
We always winning nigga, all we do is score
We top four and we not four
Rare boys on top mane you know the code
These niggas can't stop me when I'm in my mode
Phone call ring, ring, that's another load
I always have these hoes jumping like a toad
Every time I drop something they hitting download
We taking off nigga, we 'bout to explode
One, two, uh One, Two
I'm the sickest nigga, like a had the flu
You know this money stuck to me like I had some glue
It's all coming to the light, now tell the truth
It's probably one rack, for one shoe
Why all these hating ass niggas coming out the blue
You better wait your turn, sit in the queue
I had 'em scared of me, nigga said whew
Give yo' bitch up, she looking like she through
Rare boys coming through, nigga chew chew
I know y'all hear the train in the back
Credits
Writer(s): Robert Grimes
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