the countdown Lyrics

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