"Count Down" lyrics

[Los Don:]
Nina Bruno in the front
Biggavelli in the back
Everybody fucking strapped
All you hear is click clack
Two nines farther grip
40 Cals, Black matts
Niggas want to start some problems
Where these little pussies at?
We ain't afraid to go to war
My niggas always with that
Empty out the clip my niggas
Push your shit back
Sitting on big stacks
Colder I can whip that
Clockwise my niggas
Bring all the strength back
Remedial with the D
Little spoon is how I mix that
Talk about the hustle the grind, because I lived that
You ain't never did that
You don't hustle where you live at
These niggas realer than me?
Ya'll need to kill that
Ask me about my deal and I'll show you where a Mil at
Everything I write behind
I make em feel that
Bentley Continental on 7th Ave, I'm wheeling that
My mojo brought my swagger back
Must be where them diamonds at

[Max B:]
Four more niggas to go
Three more niggas to go
Two more nigga to go
One more nigga to go (Oh Oh Oh)
We gonna make a little look like a lotto
We need 100, 000 to blow (oh oh oh)
Back to back and it's Byrd Gang
We them niggas getting your dough (oh oh oh)
Los Don and the Biggavel
We getting money to comfort your hoe (oh oh)

Its Biggaveli and Los Don
We two of Harlem's finest
We finally getting this money
The crew will never find us
The candles we got enough
Hammers we got enough
That ammo we got enough
Ammo don't give a fuck (what)
We need them glistening for the airs
Bigga's a pimp
He sleep with two bitches in the bed
These niggas hating a thug cause his buzz is getting bigger
The fiends sniff up the drugs and fuck up all the liquor
I see some bitches that I like
Bet you Ima stick them
Bet you I dick them
I'm everything that I predicted (yea)
I need that new Beamer with the stroll
My new Nina
My new Gina
She keep my on my toes
I'm so heavy with the flow
Give you so many of them
Hit you with so many of them
I spit them by the dozen
I'm that nigga in the hood
Biggaveli the Don
Load the burner then I pop at your belly and your arms

Four more niggas to go
Three more niggas to go
Two more nigga to go
One more nigga to go (Oh Oh Oh)
We gonna make a little look like a lotto
We need 100, 000 to blow (oh oh oh)
Back to back and it's Byrd Gang
We them niggas getting your dough (oh oh oh)
Los Don and the Biggavel
We getting money to comfort your hoe (oh oh)

I got these niggas that's dipping for my ice
Pussy is nothing
Bitches I hit them with the pipe
This is the life
They trying to get caught up in the shit
Twenty plus still looking good
Roll up on the strip
My niggas don't play no games
Lead pop head shots
Bullets go in your hoodie
Fucking up your dreadlocks
Dead not, nigga you's a bitch
Told on your team, scared to death
Niggas you's a snitch

[Los Don:]
See me stacking that paper
Bitch I'm getting money
You know the flows stay exclusive
The hottest thing in the country
You ain't ballin mothafucker
You don't do it like this
I'm official boss nigga
I can take your bitch
I be copping the chickens
Grinding moving them birdies
Leave you about them dead Pres
Like Youngblood and Kirby
Send a shot from the Ruger
Bullets land in your gurney
I'm blowing you dirty
Yea Ya'll motherfuckers heard me

[Max B:]
Four more niggas to go
Three more niggas to go
Two more nigga to go
One more nigga to go (Oh Oh Oh)
We gonna make a little look like a lotto
We need 100, 000 to blow (oh oh oh)
Back to back and it's Byrd Gang
We them niggas getting your dough (oh oh oh)
Los Don and the Biggavel
We getting money to comfort your hoe (oh oh)
Four more niggas to go
Three more niggas to go
Two more nigga to go
One more nigga to go (Oh Oh Oh)
We gonna make a little look like a lotto
We need 100, 000 to blow (oh oh oh)
Back to back and it's Byrd Gang
We them niggas getting your dough (oh oh oh)
Los Don and the Biggavel
We getting money to comfort your hoe (oh oh)