lirik lagu omb peezy - countdown
[intro]
lawd
p-ssy lil’ boy, get me thirty-life
yeah
look
[verse 1]
f-ck all that finger pistol bangin’, what it is, n-gg-? (hah)
grindin’, f-ck rhymin’, tote nines since i was little, n-gg-
i promise i’m the hardest, no problem, bet i’ll deal with you
rolled ’em, thought we was potnas, he’s like, “d-mn, that’s how it is, n-gg-?”
all up in the rear mirror, keep the pistol close to me (close to me)
bet’ not slip, n-gg-, 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 sh-t but a thug (thug)
when i got in the game, if i knew this was what it was (this sh-t great)
i can’t think, sleepin’ out the break, i need a jugg (hah)
better watch it, dawg, lookin’ like your b-tch, she need a hug (hahaha)
shoulder shrug, soldiers mug, dope, b-tch, we full of drugs (hey)
with your b-tch, then i’m meetin’ up, finna hit, i’m finna f-ck (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-mn
[chorus]
one, two, i’m comin’ for you (b-tch)
with that purp, about whatever, n-gg-, 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-mn)
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
[verse 2]
f-ck all that hatin’, ain’t gon’ say sh-t, i’m gon’ slide, n-gg- (for real)
poppin’, ain’t no stoppin’, ay, somebody gotta die, n-gg-
deal with some other problem, then come right back on yo’ side, n-gg- (yeah)
for any n-gg- hatin’, if i die first, i’m still gon’ die richer (d-mn)
ridin’ with this stick, this b-tch bigger than your b-tch (your b-tch)
my brother ridin’ with a fully, bullets wider than your wrist (ayy)
ask me, i’m a dawg, ask her then i ain’t sh-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 cl-ssic (hah, hah, hah, hah)
i said five, six, b-tch, we ridin’ with them sticks
jail ain’t sh-t, seen mo’ problems in the bricks
bet my young n-gg-s are big sh-t, say the word, they gon’ hear you, sh-t
and no, this ain’t a game, but come my way and get your hits down
[chorus]
one, two, i’m comin’ for you
with that purp, about whatever, n-gg-, 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
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