Count Up

Uh One, Two

My **** dangerous hanging out the sun roof

Three, Four

My **** coming kicking down yo front door

Five, Six

My **** having mask and came with big sticks

Seven, Eight

We come up on yo block, and leave yo ass straight

Nine, Ten

This Cartier a big watch, just like Ben-10

We pop ya friend, we sippin' on Gen' lil bitch we set to win

I take perc 10's, we coming down yo block and bitch you get hit with choppas

Bitch we counting guap, we got hella bitches and they tryna take the 'top'

I never stop, **** run pass me?

Well bitch, I'm at the top

This a deuce' of Wok

Go pour it in yo pop, and watch ya body bop

**** selling rocks we'll pull up on yo block, just like we got high socks

We like 'why not?' It's really hot outside, just watch the top drop

Yeah, this demon fast, we go put in the gas

And watch the cops stop

We real demons, we come to yo block and make the neighbors watch

And just like why not? you was talking on the gang, well bitch yo body dropped

Bitch we top-notch, we real lean addicts, we'll lick the wok' top (uh, yeah)

He don't want no beef with 'Deuce'

Bitch I'm like why not? bodies drop

We'll burn that **** body, and let the cops watch

We won't stop, know some real ass Mexican's, that like to cha-cha

Lil boy stop, you was so "BIG DOG"

Now you finna call ya pops