Countdown lyrics

[Intro: Young Thug]
(Ricky Racks)
Thugger Thugger
Migos Migos
Hey, yeah

[Chorus: Young Thug]
One, two, three, and to the four
I'm a slimeball, I thought you mother f*ckin' know
One, two, three, and to the four
I got lots of birdies, I'ma call up the Migos
These n*ggas smaller than Booty Shorts
I f*cked her friend and that's ludicrous
I f*ck that b*tch, she's a [?]
I put it right in her booty, butt
These b*tches playing like Toys-R-Us
I'm screamin' it, now they know it's us
If you think you're smart, it's the martyr bus
You tripping, they came on a charter bus

[Verse 1: Quavo]
Dripping sauce, teriyaki
That's them boys saying Versace
You think I'm cooking calamari, b*tch I'm tryna whip a 'rari
I'm on the block like horus, beat the pot, Chuck Norris
I got more sand than the sea shore
I f*ck your b*tch then I board her
Put the dope in my trousers, I'm a villain, Quavo bowser
Sniper on the roof like a owl, jump in the coupe like a diver
They calling me Quavo MacGyver, oops, I mean Mick Jagger
Having dab, n*gga, f*ck swag
If I ain't got the chopper, hit you with the dagger
Put the pus*y on a platter, lil' mama ride me like a saddle
I'ma rapper slash trapper, shooting at you pus*y actors
Your trap in a drought like a cactus
I'm a superstar, look at my status
You want it, just send me the addy
Drop it off in Cincinnati
[Chorus: Young Thug]
One, two, three, and to the four
I'm a slimeball, I thought you mother f*ckin' know
One, two, three, and to the four
I got lots of birdies, I'ma call up the Migos
These n*ggas smaller than Booty Shorts
I f*cked her friend and that's ludicrous
I f*ck that b*tch, she's a [?]
I put it right in her booty, butt
These b*tches playing like Toys-R-Us
I'm screamin' it, now they know it's us
If you think you're smart, it's the martyr bus
You tripping, they came on a charter bus

[Verse 2: Takeoff]
One, don't you say nothing, my n*ggas, they come get the money, they want it
Two, went up in your spot, that's a home invasion, boy, you know what to do
Three, what's the use of having pocket rockets if you ain't gon' squeeze
Four, I pour me a four, aim at your window with the four four
n*gga talk reckless just for some recognition
Not to mention, I'm f*cking they b*tches
Want some attention, they feeling offended when Migos and Thugger f*cking up the city
I been taking trips to get the benjis, and whatever you with, my n*gga, we with it
Diss up my block, you can't hit it
Fill my cup, it's gon' cost you four fifty
All of my n*ggas, they orangoutangs, gorillas
Hit 'em with the chopper, make a n*gga dance, thriller
Malcolm in the middle when you stuck in a pickle
I'm drinking codeine, you can have the liquor
You n*ggas broke, you ain't living right
Double cup purple like Kryptonite
Take your b*tch, give me space like a gigabyte
Migos and Thugger blowing up, no dynamite
[Chorus: Young Thug]
One, two, three, and to the four
I'm a slimeball, I thought you mother f*ckin' know
One, two, three, and to the four
I got lots of birdies, I'ma call up the Migos
These n*ggas smaller than Booty Shorts
I f*cked her friend and that's ludicrous
I f*ck that b*tch, she's a [?]
I put it right in her booty, butt
These b*tches playing like Toys-R-Us
I'm screamin' it, now they know it's us
If you think you're smart, it's the martyr bus
You tripping, they came on a charter bus

[Verse 3: Offset]
Offset
Your money smaller than rulers, yeah
My b*tch got a bag with a poodle there
They tried to give me the electric chair
I'm rich, so I bought myself outta there
These n*ggas smaller than maggots
And these b*tches attracted like magnets
I been dabbing on 'em, YRN fashion
Flying on a carpet like I'm Aladdin
Molly santan and my cup is polluted
Got a bad b*tch beside me, I won't lose her
Got the MAC and I ain't talking computer
And if you want war, just like Nike, we do it
Eat the dab like it's gum, and she chew it
I'm just gonna feed her crumbs and I [?] it
She slurping a n*gga c*m like a noodle
I hang with the animals like Doctor Dolittle
My OG told me do big and don't do little
Drop the top all on my haters, I blew 'em
No heart for these hoes, we want pleasure, we run through 'em
Walk in my room, ain't no talking, we straight to it
We lunatics and my b*tch is from St. Louis
Got me a million, take vacays to Cancun
We got banana clips for all you baboons
Catch a n*gga slipping, beat a n*gga like I'm shining shoes
[Chorus: Young Thug]
One, two, three, and to the four
I'm a slimeball, I thought you mother f*ckin' know
One, two, three, and to the four
I got lots of birdies, I'ma call up the Migos
These n*ggas smaller than Booty Shorts
I f*cked her friend and that's ludicrous
I f*ck that b*tch, she's a [?]
I put it right in her booty, butt
These b*tches playing like Toys-R-Us
I'm screamin' it, now they know it's us
If you think you're smart, it's the martyr bus
You tripping, they came on a charter bus