Letra Countdown - Jay Hound
(Let's dance [?])
Momma I'm sorry
([?] got that shit on lock)
Momma I'm sorry, I'm out here and I'm robbin'
Cause trappin' was never an option
Keep it a stack, I only sit in the booth
The D.A. keeps tryna come clock me
Free the ones that's on the robberies
I was outside with them goons, them demons and goblins
He ain't wanna show us his pocket, show us your pocket
I bet you they cannot compete with us
He a dead man
I think your people, they should start working on some of your pendants
Whatever you did in the field it wasn't purposely, it wasn't his intention
The bullets I threw that grazed his head, it only needed like three more inches
I came through, why you tryna at me? Beam on his back, no need for a mention
On the two word to bro it was red
Bro flicked, I was tryna go next
Get, get low, I ain't tryna get checked
Lil bro he was throwing until it was death
Boy died now his family's stressed
Hell hot, so watch how you step
Bitch, I'm a devil moving like I'm blessed
Only thing he was seeing was death
Nigga, I put the drink in the Hi-C
I be bugging on court, they want me moving like Kyrie
Said he looking for me, but it ain't hard to find me
I got killers that tryna face shot that boy, do him like a hottie
Free Sdot Go, I was right there with them labels, they ain't wanna sign me
G2 on the road, I was just driving and 12 was tryna get behind me
Had to drive a little slow, three in the morning, I'm swerving I don't know what time is
And you'll never figure who the line is
If she line me it might be a body
Momma I'm sorry, I'm out here and I'm robbin'
Cause trappin' was never an option
Keep it a stack, I only sit in the booth
The D.A. keeps tryna come clock me
Free the ones that's on the robberies
I was outside with them goons, them demons and goblins
He ain't wanna show us his pocket, show us your pocket
I bet you they cannot compete with us
Momma I'm sorry, I'm out here and I'm robbin'
Cause trappin' was never an option
Keep it a stack, I only sit in the booth
The D.A. keeps tryna come clock me
Free the ones that's on the robberies
I was outside with them goons, them demons and goblins
He ain't wanna show us his pocket, show us your pocket
I bet you they cannot compete with us
Momma I'm sorry
([?] got that shit on lock)
Momma I'm sorry, I'm out here and I'm robbin'
Cause trappin' was never an option
Keep it a stack, I only sit in the booth
The D.A. keeps tryna come clock me
Free the ones that's on the robberies
I was outside with them goons, them demons and goblins
He ain't wanna show us his pocket, show us your pocket
I bet you they cannot compete with us
He a dead man
I think your people, they should start working on some of your pendants
Whatever you did in the field it wasn't purposely, it wasn't his intention
The bullets I threw that grazed his head, it only needed like three more inches
I came through, why you tryna at me? Beam on his back, no need for a mention
On the two word to bro it was red
Bro flicked, I was tryna go next
Get, get low, I ain't tryna get checked
Lil bro he was throwing until it was death
Boy died now his family's stressed
Hell hot, so watch how you step
Bitch, I'm a devil moving like I'm blessed
Only thing he was seeing was death
Nigga, I put the drink in the Hi-C
I be bugging on court, they want me moving like Kyrie
Said he looking for me, but it ain't hard to find me
I got killers that tryna face shot that boy, do him like a hottie
Free Sdot Go, I was right there with them labels, they ain't wanna sign me
G2 on the road, I was just driving and 12 was tryna get behind me
Had to drive a little slow, three in the morning, I'm swerving I don't know what time is
And you'll never figure who the line is
If she line me it might be a body
Momma I'm sorry, I'm out here and I'm robbin'
Cause trappin' was never an option
Keep it a stack, I only sit in the booth
The D.A. keeps tryna come clock me
Free the ones that's on the robberies
I was outside with them goons, them demons and goblins
He ain't wanna show us his pocket, show us your pocket
I bet you they cannot compete with us
Momma I'm sorry, I'm out here and I'm robbin'
Cause trappin' was never an option
Keep it a stack, I only sit in the booth
The D.A. keeps tryna come clock me
Free the ones that's on the robberies
I was outside with them goons, them demons and goblins
He ain't wanna show us his pocket, show us your pocket
I bet you they cannot compete with us
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