COUNT UP

One ,two ,three ,four ,five ,six ,seven ,eight These niggas cannot figure how to appreciate I make em spin around and round all to infinity Just like is August blow em off like Usain in a race Filet mignon, cook em like filet mignon Filet mignon, cook em like filet mignon Put em on, nigga better put me on Put em on, man you gotta put me on to the mic Nigga go 30 for 30 then shimmy like curry cause you know that I come wit the spice Bitch I am petty as f*ck if you think that you good imma prove I'm better wit spite Now that they know that they nervous they bubble they fizzle then settle like shooken up sprite Never said that shit was good but you crossed me so now you gon think about it all night Now that was alright, yeah that was alright And you tried your best, can't get this height Yeah that was alright, now get out my sight Now niggas is mad, they look like they cried For real that shit was just mid mid mid I put it right in the bin bin bin That shit was a sin sin sin Basically average six six six That's only the come up Can't wait for the countdown These niggas can't count up No wonder their cash down One ,two ,three ,four ,five ,six ,seven ,eight These niggas cannot figure how to appreciate I make em spin around and round all to infinity Just like is August blow em off like Usain in a race Huh huh I'm just gettin loose It's only round one how you lose Strike you out bring you back to the booth Do it all, don't pick and choose No gun, don't need to shoot Turning blind turned yall to fools Prove you wrong, you say it's a ruse Only then, you turn to the rules Did it first monkey see monkey do You didn't get it I'm talkin bout you Cannot deny it cause you know it's true You in my range put you back into school Over your head yall need some blues clues Leaving yall speechless who knew Future we pull up in coupe coupes Doin it nice oo oo Pull up you know we gon race Pull up you know we gon race Better stay outta the way Better stay outta the way We the best in the state Better stay outta our range Yeah we got that one, two, three, the metal on me Stop breathing what the f*ck did you say uh They pull up but they know they pussy uh I'm breathing you aint doin nothin uh Yall sick need some Robitussin You stumped and I know it You fell got exposed and You don't know what to say so you callin bullshit You don't f*ck wit this You don't f*ck wit this I see you noddin to this hit Ice on my wrist Ice on my wrist But i don't need to flex that shit Doin me in Doin me in You know that you aint doin shit (Dumbass)