Count Off 2 ft. Mac Tracy Lyrics

One, two, three, four

Smoking all this fucking dro

Five, six, seven, eight

Savage records getting great

Nine, ten, eleven, thirteen

Dropping opps leave in a hurry

Bitch I know I skipped twelve, cause me and my niggas don't fuck with twelve

One, two, three, four

Smoking all this fucking dro

Five, six, seven, eight

Savage records getting great

Nine, ten, eleven, thirteen

Dropping opps leave in a hurry

Bitch I know I skipped twelve, cause me and my niggas don't fuck with twelve

Walking up in ya fucking door

We dropping niggas to the fucking floor

We going green, while being mean

Make a bitch don't wanna come and answer the door

Come to me with that disrespect

You know I'mma run this shit right back

YSN Ta teamed with the Mac, you know we gone come and kill this track

Going super like I'm Goku, beat his ass like I know kung fu

They acting like they had no clue, that nigga want smoke shit too, who?

Tracey got the strap, yeah nigga he'll smoke you, asking yo bitch like who you?

This what we do when we beat you black and blue, when I'm coming with the crew so catch us on the news

One, two, three, four

Smoking all this fucking dro

Five, six, seven, eight

Savage records getting great

Nine, ten, eleven, thirteen

Dropping opps leave in a hurry

Bitch I know I skipped twelve, cause me and my niggas don't fuck with twelve

One, two, three, four

Smoking all this fucking dro

Five, six, seven, eight

Savage records getting great

Nine, ten, eleven, thirteen

Dropping opps leave in a hurry

Bitch I know I skipped twelve, cause me and my niggas don't fuck with twelve

Damn right we don't fuck with twelve

Put his ass on the news, god wish him well

The pack came in, it's vacuumed sealed, strapped up legit like a navy seal

Run it up, run it up young nigga

The pack just dropped so this bag getting bigger

Big dawg status, running up pulling triggers

Paranoid vibes, I can see it from a distance

Bitch ass nigga, pillow talking I can smell it

Damn nigga, I thought yo ass was a felon

How you gangsta in the streets, but snitching on ya niggas

Smell pussy on ya breath, nigga I know you was snitching

Damn, let's keep this shit on the low

Damn, run it up let's get some more

Spend it again, make it back in a bowl

Damn, let's keep this shit on the low

One, two, three, four

Smoking all this fucking dro

Five, six, seven, eight

Savage records getting great

Nine, ten, eleven, thirteen

Dropping opps leave in a hurry

Bitch I know I skipped twelve, cause me and my niggas don't fuck with twelve

One, two, three, four

Smoking all this fucking dro

Five, six, seven, eight

Savage records getting great

Nine, ten, eleven, thirteen

Dropping opps leave in a hurry

Bitch I know I skipped twelve, cause me and my niggas don't fuck with twelve