OMB Peezy, Mario Beats - Countdown lyrics

Lawd pussy lil' boy, get me thirty-life
Yeah look

Fuck all that finger pistol
Bangin', what it is, nigga?
(Hah) grindin', fuck rhymin', tote nines
Since I was little, nigga
I promise I'm the hardest, no problem
Bet I'll deal with you
Rolled 'em, thought we was potnas, he's
Like, "Damn, that's how it is, nigga?"
All up in the rear mirror
Keep the pistol close to me (Close to me)
Bet' not slip, nigga
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 shit but a thug (Thug)
When I got in the game
If I knew this was what it was
(This shit great)
I can't think, sleepin' out the break
I need a jugg (Hah)
Better watch it, dawg, lookin'
Like your bitch, she need a hug
(Ha ha ha)
Shoulder shrug, soldiers mug, dope, bitch
We full of drugs (Hey)
With your bitch, then I'm
Meetin' up, finna hit, i'm finna fuck
(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)
Damn

One, two, I'm comin' for you (Bitch)
With that purp, about whatever, nigga
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 (Damn)
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

Fuck all that hatin', ain't gon'
Say shit, I'm gon' slide, nigga
(For real) poppin', ain't no stoppin', ay
Somebody gotta die, nigga
Deal with some other problem, then come
Right back on yo' side, nigga
(yeah) for any nigga hatin', if I die first
I'm still gon' die richer (Damn)
Ridin' with this stick
This bitch bigger than your bitch
(Your bitch) my brother ridin' with a fully
Bullets wider than your wrist (Ayy)
Ask me, I'm a dawg, ask her then I ain't shit
(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 (Hah, hah, hah, hah)
I said five, six, bitch
We ridin' with them sticks jail ain't shit
Seen mo' problems in the bricks
Bet my young niggas are big shit, say
The word, they gon' hear you, shit
And no, this ain't a game
But come my way and get your hit's down

One, two, I'm comin' for you
With that purp, about whatever, nigga
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