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Countdown (Explicit) - Omb Peezy
Lyrics by：OMB Peezy
Composed by：OMB Peezy
Lawd
P***y lil' boy get me thirty-life
Yeah
Look
F**k all that finger pistol bangin' what it is n***a
Hah
Grindin' f**k rhymin' tote nines since I was little n***a
I promise I'm the hardest no problem bet I'll deal with you
Rolled 'em thought we was potnas he's like
D**n that's how it is n***a
All up in the rear mirror keep the pistol close to me
Close to me
Bet' not slip n***a take your life like the open season
The open season
Sometimes I might slip but try to pray before I go to sleep
Ayy
I be runnin' roads road runnin' I got swollen feet
And I can't be s**t but a thug
Thug
When I got in the game if I knew this was what it was
This s**t great
I can't think sleepin' out the break I need a jugg
Hah
Better watch it dawg lookin' like your b***h she need a hug
Hahaha
Shoulder shrug soldiers mug dope b*h we full of ***
Hey
With your b***h then I'm meetin' up finna hit I'm finna f**k
Ah
Only got your imagination when them crackers lock ya up
Bap bap
They on the phone playin' music so I feel like I'm in a club
Hah
D**n
One two I'm comin' for you
B***h
With that purp about whatever n***a what you wan' do
What you wan' do
Three fo' guerrillas kickin' in your door
Hah
When the time comes is when they all come and shoot
Hah hah hah
Eyes wide open watch the play it's finna go on
Hah
Gotta make this money money make the world go 'round
D**n
Buckin' like you ten feet tall'll get you told on
Back then you was 'bout it ain't still poppin' you a ho now
F**k all that hatin' ain't gon' say s**t I'm gon' slide n***a
For real
Poppin' ain't no stoppin' ay somebody gotta die n***a
Deal with some other problem then come right back on yo' side n***a
Yeah
For any n***a hatin' if I die first I'm still gon' die richer
D**n
Ridin' with this stick this b***h bigger than your b***h
Your b***h
My brother ridin' with a fully bullets wider than your wrist
Ayy
Ask me I'm a dawg ask her then I ain't s**t
Why
She gon' play it like I'm selfish just 'cause I ain't a trick
Ain't no actin' pistols packin' it's one time that I get happy
Happy
Promise you don't know my past tense I'm glad I went to rappin'
I never been into fashion but just match me with my casket
No suit just a black jacket with a Glock that gon' be classic
I said five six b***h we ridin' with them sticks
Jail ain't s**t seen mo' problems in the bricks
Bet my young n***as are big s**t say the word they gon' hear you s**t
And no this ain't a game but come my way and get your hits down
One two I'm comin' for you
With that purp about whatever n***a what you wan' do
Three fo' guerrillas kickin' in your door
When the time comes is when they all come and shoot
Yeah
Eyes wide open watch the play it's finna go on
Oh
Gotta make this money money make the world go 'round
For real
Buckin' like you ten feet tall'll get you told on
Back then you was 'bout it ain't still poppin' you a ho now
