Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Reed
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Reed
Producer
Faroutraf
Producer
Lyrics
You made this beat too? Yessir
Yeah yeah
Yeah, uh
What's all the fuss?
Oh, are people thinking I'm just gonna bluff?
Well I don't, that ain't even none to discuss
And if you thinkin' otherwise, my face just gon' have disgust
You a hoe
Don't come near me with that fake-ass energy
If I'm talkin' bout you, then just know you'll never be a friend to me
And don't even try to pretend to be
Cause a valuable currency called time is never what you spend on me
I don't waste it on people who are fuckin' dead to me (yeah)
I don't go around tryna be a buddy and a goodie
I like walkin' round with my head in a hoodie
I don't want her if she ain't got some thighs and a booty
I don't want commitment, I just wanna make a movie (yeah)
If we not on the same page, then I find another book to read
It's crazy how many times looks can deceive
But I don't trip about it cause I'm too focused on my motherfuckin' balance
Makin' all these hits, boy it's never been a challenge
Yeah, y'all mistake me for a flop, but I ain't ever gon' stop (I'm not)
So all those dreams you had can rot
Cause I acquire something you boys just don't got
My flow is bipolar, it's ice cold and it's hot, aye
Bitch, you don't even know who you dealin' with (you don't)
Fuck you talkin' for, who said that you could speak and shit?
I don't know you, never heard of you, aye where you from boy? (Countdown County)
The 3-2-1 got this bitch goin' dumb, boy (Countdown County)
Why don't you show some respect?
Yeah, kinda like how in school when they make you stand for the pledge (haha)
Don't fuck around with me cause I'm the type to cut off your legs
Then blow your bitch's back out while I'm in your fuckin' bed, aye
I got people who don't like me and I don't like 'em either
I've cut them off, but I wish it was with a fuckin' cleaver
Aimin' for the neck, then I'll take your fuckin' head
And hang it up in my room while I'm tryna avoid the feds, yeah
My mind is disturbin' and that ain't even the surface
I hope everyone who did me wrong is eternally hurting
Cause if you ain't, then I'll do my best to be ya burden
I think about watchin' all of you burn in a furnace (ahhh)
Bitch, you don't even know who you dealin' with (you don't)
Fuck you talkin' for, who said that you could speak and shit? (Fuck you talkin' for?)
I don't know you, never heard of you, aye where you from boy? (Countdown County)
The 3-2-1 got this bitch goin' dumb, boy (Countdown County)
Bitch, you don't even know who you dealin' with (aye)
Fuck you talkin' for, who said that you could speak and shit? (What the fuck you talkin' for?)
I don't know you, never heard of you, aye where you from boy? (Where you from?)
The 3-2-1 got this bitch goin' dumb, boy (Countdown County)
Ye-ye-yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah (oh shit Reed)
I said, I said, I said
TruSTIK closest thing I got to a Stizzy
I been stickin' to this mission, tryna finger-fuck a millie
Where you been, where you at? No, you not around the pack
Heard he talkin', he a rat, bitch, I don't approve of that
I'm addicted to the money, I see why it's called a trap (yeah, yeah)
I ain't mean to take your girlfriend, get your bitch off of my lap (that's right)
Fuck around and find out your bitch pussy fell on my mouth
I see that you got no motion, that shit do not fly in my house
I been stickin' to the paper like a cat on a mouse
I'mma do this shit forever, bitch the money my spouse
Three, two, one, gettin' higher than SpaceX (aye)
Shout out Elon, please invite us to SpaceX (yuh)
In the Countdown County, let me see where your plays at (huh)
Why don't anybody wanna show where they plays at? (show ya plays)
Bitch, you don't even know who you dealin' with (aye)
Fuck you talkin' for, who said that you could speak and shit? (What the fuck you talkin' for?)
I don't know you, never heard of you, aye where you from boy? (Where you from?)
The 3-2-1 got this bitch goin' dumb, boy (Countdown County)
Writer(s): Isaac Pacetti
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