Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Countdown!, artist - Kevin Kazi
Date of issue: 20.04.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Countdown! |
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 its 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 its summer |
If you Crip throw them Cs like 100s |
Boujee bitch in the back of the Hummer |
Foreign drip in these Saint Laurent runners |
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 its 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 its summer |
If you Crip throw them Cs like 100s |
Boujee bitch in the back of the Hummer |
Foreign drip in these Saint Laurent runners |