Final Countdown Lyrics

146, Niggas know how this shit get

When you hear the countdown you better move out my way

Don't wanna hear about that glock it got removed off his waist

I ah go in a nigga pockets and watch the mood on his face

I'm really hanging wit them slimes you niggas move like some snakes

When it's beef boy you gone die or you gone move outta state

Oh he talking like a king he gone get moved out his place

Walking out with duffle bags look like I moved out the bank

Bitch I'm Reese it's nice to meet you and I'm rude by the way

Who this is pulling up I'm paranoid I'm tryna shoot

You was still on the porch while we was hanging out the roof

Niggas hating gotta watch my chain dangle out the coupe

Prolly waitin I ah never let you catch me like a oop

15 in all dubs they think I'm going on a win streak

Them bitches only hit for food boy yo bin weak

Camp out on his crib for seven days these niggas been weak

Don't ask about the opp that's in this wood that nigga been chiefed

They say damn Reese you bold as hell

How Ironic oxymoron bro think I'm cold as hell

Touchdown imma wait patient till them bows get mailed

Say these niggas pits I couldn't tell watch how he hold his tail

5,4,3,2,1 it's the countdown

You love the Hoe but brody took that bitch down to pound town

See a opp let bitch bang like some surround sounds

Send his stupid ass up don't let me catch em downtown

Naw fr but that's real shit

You don't wanna see me in that mode I'm tryna kill shit

Throw a lil nob on the glock this bitch a kill switch

Up this bitch look like he praying to god watch he kneel quick

Really I can see this nigga Capernick

I ain't ever had a job at lids ain't gotta cap for shit

Take his ass up top and watch that boy do a backwards flip

Bitch I'm rolling opp after opp who tryna match a zip

Match what match who hunnit shots match this

Black mask black coupe thirty out this Mac clip

Fuck Covid bitch we get get a package watch me catch this

Free my niggas out the can no pringles imma stack chips

She keep rubbing on the glock you must think I got a stiffy

I be lurkin tryna catch em I won't jam in a jiffy

Get a job knock yo ass outta service so don't tempt me

9-5 in the the trap ain't clocking out until we empty

Who done told these niggas they was fuckin wit the don

Ain't no favorites in this shit want me to fuck bitch get in line

I get excited we in to it know I buss quick every time

Talking crazy you don't know how to punch yo shit declined

Yo shit DC they bang cd in the whip

Imma treat em like a slave I see a nigga in that whip

You get baked like a cake for tryna hop up innat mix

Oh you broke well shit I know scammers get that fixed

You got options in this shit get a job or hit a lick

Aint no options on the field you try to run you getting hit

I think that shit done hit em too hard he getting stiff

Niggas jokes bout they play boi bunny they getting tricked