Count Down! ft. CJ King Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, two hoes Chillin' smokin' in the coupe

Roll down the windows, three fours tatted on her thigh, but she a freak hoe

Oh, oh no, I just took a shot and I want five more

I know, I be steady rappin', I got six flows

Seven, eight, nine, ten Fuckin' a bitch and I'm fuckin' a friend

Stackin' and stackin' up these bands Clappin' and clappin', I don't need a hand

Stoppin' and stoppin', you niggas is ants Doin' I doin and I can't say I can't

I'm on the top, you niggas can't stand I'm in the coupe, she takin' my pants

She beggin' and beggin' she just want a chance

I know that you feelin' me Hearin' the beat, you hearin' the remedy

Drop in a song, I'm droppin' the gravity think its too sweet , baby, no cavity

M to the M, step back to the reality Final fatality needed some game now wait

Yeah, two hoes, chillin', smokin' in the coupe Roll down the window, three fours

Tatted on the thigh, but she a freak hoe , two, three, four, five, six, seven

Ain't bout four, what's happenin'? Say you are irrelevant

Love my nice hand like the trunk of an elephant No, I ain't sell a bitch, fuck with the hell of it

Bitch, you got hands that nice, ain't hella straight

Just cop weed, feel the price, I'm sellin' it

Three bros, three hoes One song, three flows

Haters, we don't see, no I'm bout my grin like Cee Lo

She shootin' a shot like a motherfuckin' freak, bro

We countin' and actin' like one, two, and three, four

This nigga on the fuckin' like my fuckin' Beatles

She takin' a seat on my shit, I'ma hop on the beat

As the beat, I'ma throw a little heat on this shit

Like, ayy, what you mean I'm the shit? I'ma pee with this shit

My niggas in sunny, I get in the sleep of this bitch

I'm spittin', she fire, your wifey a liar

Because I'm the nigga she really desires

I'm steppin' this bitch, she look like Michael Myers

Tell your boy to the upside down, we'll buy her

Tell me to slow down, don't bring your hoe around

Fuckin' her, good send her back to her hometown

I think her downtown, she fuckin' crouch down

Niggas, it's finished, it's time for the countdown, like

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, two hoes

Chillin', smokin' in the cook row, down the window, three, four

Fatted on the top, and she a freak hoe