Kevin Kazi - Countdown lyrics
[Kevin Kazi - Countdown lyrics]
Perc 30 I'ma tweak like an addict
Get the pill wanna live like I'm Alice
Beanman and you know that I be rollin
Seat back in the whip like it's stolen
Bust it back she gon let me control it
Rick Owen run the guap
Jackie Robin in these Robin jeans
Red Bull, watch the lean give me wings
All these snakes cause the cash in my knees
Money longer than the middle of spring
Get it spend it, man I do that with ease
Bullets spray him like a can of Febreeze
Fuck a rello I'ma roll me a leaf
5 grams of the Cookie and Cream
Rap about it don't be about it
You be sayin shit and don't
Know what it mean
Flexin on you in the Tommy fleece
Exotic prints, exotic 'Preme
Designer kicks, I'm feelin clean
Yellow beans and green lean
You don't wanna have it
You don't want static you don't want smoke
And you don't want beef you don't got guap
You don't got Glocks
You ain't the nigga you pretending to be
400 shoes 300 bands
200 bitches and 100 Lambs
99 Rugers and 98 Xans
'97 Airmax with the RAF
If you Blood throw them Bs like it's summer
If you Crip throw them Cs like 100s
Boujee bitch in the back of the Hummer
Foreign drip in these Saint Laurent runners
400 shoes 300 bands
200 bitches and 100 Lambs
99 Rugers and 98 Xans
'97 Airmax with the RAF
If you Blood throw them Bs like it's summer
If you Crip throw them Cs like 100s
Boujee bitch in the back of the Hummer
Foreign drip in these Saint Laurent runners
Get the pill wanna live like I'm Alice
Beanman and you know that I be rollin
Seat back in the whip like it's stolen
Bust it back she gon let me control it
Rick Owen run the guap
Jackie Robin in these Robin jeans
Red Bull, watch the lean give me wings
All these snakes cause the cash in my knees
Money longer than the middle of spring
Get it spend it, man I do that with ease
Bullets spray him like a can of Febreeze
Fuck a rello I'ma roll me a leaf
5 grams of the Cookie and Cream
Rap about it don't be about it
You be sayin shit and don't
Know what it mean
Flexin on you in the Tommy fleece
Exotic prints, exotic 'Preme
Designer kicks, I'm feelin clean
Yellow beans and green lean
You don't wanna have it
You don't want static you don't want smoke
And you don't want beef you don't got guap
You don't got Glocks
You ain't the nigga you pretending to be
400 shoes 300 bands
200 bitches and 100 Lambs
99 Rugers and 98 Xans
'97 Airmax with the RAF
If you Blood throw them Bs like it's summer
If you Crip throw them Cs like 100s
Boujee bitch in the back of the Hummer
Foreign drip in these Saint Laurent runners
400 shoes 300 bands
200 bitches and 100 Lambs
99 Rugers and 98 Xans
'97 Airmax with the RAF
If you Blood throw them Bs like it's summer
If you Crip throw them Cs like 100s
Boujee bitch in the back of the Hummer
Foreign drip in these Saint Laurent runners