Countdown lyrics

[Bridge]
Four, three, two, one

[Interlude: FBG Young]
Young
Uh-huh
Let's do it
L's

[Verse 1: FBG Young]
Uh, I'm fly like four wings
Money in my pocket got me leaning, no codeine
My pockets fat, your cash limited
Whole team of milli killers, on a one a million sh*t
Boy, it's on if you snooze
Glock thirsty for the change and I'm thirsty for the jewels
Posted in front of Jimmy's, where them "L's up" guys at
Be talking silly, I think you tryna get whacked
FBG, we on the grind, we on the f*cking pay
It's L's or shells if you ain't from the trey
Boy, I'm on like a lightbulb
.45 getting stuck in that jam like a nightclub

[Bridge]
Four, three, two, one
[Interlude: FBG Duck]
Uh
Let's get it
Fly Boy Gang

[Verse 2: FBG Duck]
I'm so hot, got them hatеrs like, "Goddammit" (Uh-huh)
I'm a giant to these n*ggas, Eli Manning (Go)
Hе a waste of time, plus he a f*cking shorty
Squeeze at his knees just to watch him do the f*cking 40 (Uh)
Your boy icy from the Joe-Joe
They heard "Fly Boy Gang," them boys like, "Oh, no" (What?)
We the landlord of the buildings, n*gga (Let's get it)
We'll surround your whole crib, a million n*ggas (Uh)
He think he hot, but my flow stupid (Stupid)
I got something to make him shuffle, no Cupid
Your boy on like a light switch
Stay with the toolie, never catch me on no fighting sh*t (L's)

[Bridge]
Four, three, two, one

[Interlude: FBG Dutchie]
Ayy

[Verse 3: FBG Dutchie]
This sh*t will never stop (Yeah)
Engaged to the money 'cause I fell in love with knots (I did)
Goofy, how could you take a n*gga spot?
If you try to take something, you can take a f*cking shot (Boom)
Crazy, front arm waving over pots
Hand waving with a Glock, up the stage, them on the top (Let's go)
Baby, can you lick the glazing off my c*ck?
Bubba Kush and Cîroc 'cause I'm paid and I'm hot
Blazing, your boy freezing from the screws
Screw a n*gga with the tool, Polo boots with the Trues
Amazing, but I'ma keep it simple
Bullets to his face, bet he think he got dimples
She say, "Boss, you a real king"
Foolie got the toolie and he only came to kill things
All bark, no spark, I guess that's what a drill mean
St. Lawrence, the murder gang, six-trey kill team
[Interlude: FBG Dutchie]
Move, n*gga

[Bridge]
Four, three, two, one