Countdown
I'm counting down every time I let it fly
Don't you touch me when I'm cooking
I might set this shit on fire
I'm the one your mom admires
What you jump to from the fryer
Burning rubber 'til I burn out and I'm still higher, still flyer
I'm counting down, I'm just waiting for that clap back
Let me get a good look
Before I send that shit out of orbit, off the track
Watch the clock before I pull up, knock it down
Just watch the clock, you know I'll pull up from downtown
Let me get my liquor in me
Make this shit go crazy
With all that heat I'm putting down this air is getting hazy
She been waiting on another track so she can praise me
I should put my money on how it's been going lately
I been feeling like a high flier
Man, I wanna throw it down
She been looking fine as hell
I just help her run the town
She out my league
I get knockouts out my weight class
I been playing Franklin too much all
I do is punch the gas until I wipe out
I been taking shots for every one I make, I'm pretty much blacked out
Catch me talking way too fucking spicy at your function
I'm just way too outta pocket
This shit is for consumption 'cause I ate that
I been doing great, can't find nobody who would hate that
When I'm on a roll the beat can't do nothing but take that
When I throw up a bucket I can't do nothing but make that
I just watch the clock
'Cause you know I'm counting down every time I let it fly
Don't you touch me when I'm cooking
I might set this shit on fire
I'm the one your mom admires
What you jump to from the fryer
Burning rubber 'til I burn out and I'm still higher, still flyer
I'm counting down, I'm just waiting for that clap back
Let me get a good look
Before I send that shit out of orbit, off the track
Watch the clock before I pull up, knock it down
Just watch the clock, you know I'll pull up from downtown
I'm showing up on smoke when I pull up
I let it blast
I'm filling up on Rum and Dew again
I'm glad you asked
I been back in form
I been feeling prime
Watch me transform
You been warming up but I'm already on fire
I been stewing in the booth like it's a hundred degrees
Box it up and send it to her
I got what she needs
Looking like I run this city
You know I got the keys
Generic threads on my body but I still check for disease
'Cause I'm so sick with it
I'm just giving mans the warning
I'm just quick with it
I'm pulling up, but I'm the foreign
She wants to kick it 'cause I'm better for her in the morning
I couldn't brick it if I tried
Nothing but net gets boring when I'm in the zone
Guess my cover's blown
Now you gotta know that I'm on smoke
Don't you know your girl's been blowing up my phone
She been archaeological how she looking for this bone
I told her to drop your ass
So now I'm just counting down every time I let it fly
Don't you touch me when I'm cooking
I might set this shit on fire
I'm the one your mom admires
What you jump to from the fryer
Burning rubber 'til I burn out and I'm still higher, still flyer
I'm counting down, I'm just waiting for that clap back
Let me get a good look
Before I send that shit out of orbit, off the track
Watch the clock before I pull up, knock it down
Just watch the clock, you know I'll pull up from downtown
Don't you touch me when I'm cooking
I might set this shit on fire
I'm the one your mom admires
What you jump to from the fryer
Burning rubber 'til I burn out and I'm still higher, still flyer
I'm counting down, I'm just waiting for that clap back
Let me get a good look
Before I send that shit out of orbit, off the track
Watch the clock before I pull up, knock it down
Just watch the clock, you know I'll pull up from downtown
Let me get my liquor in me
Make this shit go crazy
With all that heat I'm putting down this air is getting hazy
She been waiting on another track so she can praise me
I should put my money on how it's been going lately
I been feeling like a high flier
Man, I wanna throw it down
She been looking fine as hell
I just help her run the town
She out my league
I get knockouts out my weight class
I been playing Franklin too much all
I do is punch the gas until I wipe out
I been taking shots for every one I make, I'm pretty much blacked out
Catch me talking way too fucking spicy at your function
I'm just way too outta pocket
This shit is for consumption 'cause I ate that
I been doing great, can't find nobody who would hate that
When I'm on a roll the beat can't do nothing but take that
When I throw up a bucket I can't do nothing but make that
I just watch the clock
'Cause you know I'm counting down every time I let it fly
Don't you touch me when I'm cooking
I might set this shit on fire
I'm the one your mom admires
What you jump to from the fryer
Burning rubber 'til I burn out and I'm still higher, still flyer
I'm counting down, I'm just waiting for that clap back
Let me get a good look
Before I send that shit out of orbit, off the track
Watch the clock before I pull up, knock it down
Just watch the clock, you know I'll pull up from downtown
I'm showing up on smoke when I pull up
I let it blast
I'm filling up on Rum and Dew again
I'm glad you asked
I been back in form
I been feeling prime
Watch me transform
You been warming up but I'm already on fire
I been stewing in the booth like it's a hundred degrees
Box it up and send it to her
I got what she needs
Looking like I run this city
You know I got the keys
Generic threads on my body but I still check for disease
'Cause I'm so sick with it
I'm just giving mans the warning
I'm just quick with it
I'm pulling up, but I'm the foreign
She wants to kick it 'cause I'm better for her in the morning
I couldn't brick it if I tried
Nothing but net gets boring when I'm in the zone
Guess my cover's blown
Now you gotta know that I'm on smoke
Don't you know your girl's been blowing up my phone
She been archaeological how she looking for this bone
I told her to drop your ass
So now I'm just counting down every time I let it fly
Don't you touch me when I'm cooking
I might set this shit on fire
I'm the one your mom admires
What you jump to from the fryer
Burning rubber 'til I burn out and I'm still higher, still flyer
I'm counting down, I'm just waiting for that clap back
Let me get a good look
Before I send that shit out of orbit, off the track
Watch the clock before I pull up, knock it down
Just watch the clock, you know I'll pull up from downtown
Credits
Writer(s): Alvin Halimwidjaya
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