Countdown

[Intro]
Wake up, wake ya ass up, you there?
Wake ya ass up, wake the fuck up, wake up, wake up, wake up

[Verse 1]
Makin' my way through the forest, fear, it's on the lookout for us
Told 'em "Better dig fast, 'fore shit get nas'"
Hold the casket still, Death waiting, that's a thrill
We ain't trill, we ain't sippin', we just slittin', all that's movin'
You living, then you dyin', you think that you [?]
Every life is just a countdown 'til your mother's cryin'
And we just try to make it worthwhile, lil ho
Smokin' Os, we just flexin' out, Earth style
Death Squad will lead, bitch, ISIS ain't got nothin' on us
We stay sneaky, we stay focused, we kill humans like they mices
Vermins of the planet, step up like a balance
Flyin' like Aladdin on my nicest golden carpet
You got eyes, but you're blind, all that talk up in your mind
Cloudin' up your thinking process, leavin' me with too few choices
Either kill you or not, either way, you gon' be sufferin'
I'ma end your life so quick, don't know what the fuck just happened

[Interlude]
Then I dip, hold the clip, don't move, don't shoot (Kill, kill, kill, kill)
Don't breathe, don't panic, stay still, no static (Kill, kill, kill, kill)
Don't talk, don't walk, don't blink, don't think (Kill, kill, kill, kill)
I'll do the talkin', I'll do the walkin', and if your ass reach for metal, you never gon' be speaking

[Verse 2]
Mobile Pro, fuckin' hoes up in your part of town
Drive a [?], with the collar popped, and the top down
You gon' know me when you see me, 'cause I never, ever flex
Yet the honeys all around me, like I'm president
I'm hella fuckin' lowkey, this rap shit ain't nothin' to me
I'm just speakin' my mind to a bunch of fuckin' junkies
Y'all some teenage fuckers, y'all know what the fuck is happenin'
We all kill you by the second, warp your brain by the second
We gon' die, they gon' die, Death Squad, suicide
You won't even know what fear is 'til you meet one of my guys
They don't care 'bout who you are, they don't care 'bout who you know
They don't even care 'bout money, they just wanna slit ya throat
We don't care 'bout making millions, we don't even care 'bout living
All we care 'bout is watchin' our enemies fucking suffering
Did you get killed over nothing? Don't be starin' for too long
We ain't ever heard of timbre, say it wrong? Well, then you're gone, bitch