/สัปดาห์เนื้อเพลง #10803
The Count Down
A dark, aggressive trap anthem with a haunting atmosphere, focusing on street dominance, nocturnal operations, and cold-blooded lyrical delivery.
[Verse 1]
Squad creep in the dark, we don't make a sound
I call my drac the count and we counting down
Moonlight on my barrel, shining so cold
Ready for war bitch I slept in the boots, truth be told
My boots cost a semester, I'm ahead of my class
I up the switch to your head and give you lecture real fast
Pull out switch and flip the script on the crew
You wanna be my opp, don't need no interview
I'm a haunted house, I got spiders and fucking ghouls
Playing with my name, we don't play by the rules
[Chorus]
Spin the block like vinyl, make the whole street spin
Jump off that fucking porch and I fucking spin
Ding, ding — that's the oven, and my opps cooked
No recipe, left the whole neighborhood shook
We legendary, turn you to bedtime story, aye
Leave you in the past, taking all of the glory
[Verse 2]
Every jit on the block want the crashout starter pack
Blick, cup, switch, blud, you gon have to barter that
Twin been my alibi, we ride till the end
Opps dead, bag up, we don't make no new friends
Cooked him, no recipe, seasoned with lead
My pistol bilingual, speak semi and automatic to the dead
Hollup, lock in with the reaper tonight
I make some shooters cry when I step in the light
Shells on the pavement like some loose change
Nothing stays the same when we enter the range
[Chorus]
Spin the block like vinyl, make the whole street spin
Jump off that fucking porch and I fucking spin
Ding, ding — that's the oven, and my opps cooked
No recipe, left the whole neighborhood shook
We legendary, turn you to bedtime story, aye
Leave you in the past, taking all of the glory
Squad creep in the dark, we don't make a sound
I call my drac the count and we counting down
Moonlight on my barrel, shining so cold
Ready for war bitch I slept in the boots, truth be told
My boots cost a semester, I'm ahead of my class
I up the switch to your head and give you lecture real fast
Pull out switch and flip the script on the crew
You wanna be my opp, don't need no interview
I'm a haunted house, I got spiders and fucking ghouls
Playing with my name, we don't play by the rules
[Chorus]
Spin the block like vinyl, make the whole street spin
Jump off that fucking porch and I fucking spin
Ding, ding — that's the oven, and my opps cooked
No recipe, left the whole neighborhood shook
We legendary, turn you to bedtime story, aye
Leave you in the past, taking all of the glory
[Verse 2]
Every jit on the block want the crashout starter pack
Blick, cup, switch, blud, you gon have to barter that
Twin been my alibi, we ride till the end
Opps dead, bag up, we don't make no new friends
Cooked him, no recipe, seasoned with lead
My pistol bilingual, speak semi and automatic to the dead
Hollup, lock in with the reaper tonight
I make some shooters cry when I step in the light
Shells on the pavement like some loose change
Nothing stays the same when we enter the range
[Chorus]
Spin the block like vinyl, make the whole street spin
Jump off that fucking porch and I fucking spin
Ding, ding — that's the oven, and my opps cooked
No recipe, left the whole neighborhood shook
We legendary, turn you to bedtime story, aye
Leave you in the past, taking all of the glory
พรอมต์: 13. pull out switch and flip the script
18. Opps dead, bag up.
20. jump off the porch
34. Cooked him. No recipe.
41. Squad creep in the dark
47. Spin the block like vinyl. (uh)
52. Twin been my alibi
60. Every jit on the block want the crashout starter pack — blick, cup, switch, blud, you gon have to barter that
61. I make some shooters cry
63. you wanna be my opp, dont need no interview
67. im a haunted house i got spiders and fucking ghouls
68. hollup Lock in with the reaper
77. JUMP OFF THAT FUCKING PORCH AND I FUCKING SPIN
87. My boots cost a semester i up the switch to your head and give you lecture
93. Bing bing, apple. Bing bing, apple. (what)
94. Slime slime slippery, uh.
102. Splish splash the pint took a bath.
110. Ding, ding — that's the oven. and my opps cooked
124. up the switch, introduce myself. you fucking with the slime cartel
132. Shells on the pavement like some loose change
60. my drac blang and the whole street sang
163. Moonlight on my barrel
176. we Legendary, turn you to bedtime story. (aye)
184. 2 Percs to my face
192. ready for war bitch i Slept in the boots.
196. ask whats in my cup, shit aint for the weak
225. yea my cup deep, i might OD
235. my pistol bilingual, speak semi and automatic
241. i call my drac the count and we counting down
