Numbers

[Intro]

One, two, three, four, five

Six, seven, eight, nine, ten

Eleven, twelve

[Verse]

Put a one on it, threw the testers out at noon

One o'clock friends coming back like, "Nigga, give me two"

PlayStation 3 serving knocks at the Dough friends

Know I got Nick Steady coming up with both

Five, four, T, five, seven, five jeans

In the spot serving rocks thinking bout a six speed

Groose a seven up with a 7-mile slug

Coney off a 8-mile steel hungry ass fuck

Nine on my waist banging past a knife preset

Niggas on that weak shit, so I keep a weapon

You fuck with Danny Brown, turn this bitch 9-11

Riding on the east side heater on the seat

Linwood nigga got love for 12th street

Nigga fuck the hook, never closing up shop

Drill three school zone, schoolhouse rock

Make you kiss the heater, fuck what you heard

If it ain't about numbers, then it ain't about words

Let's go!

One, two, three, four, five

Six, seven, eight, nine, ten

Eleven, twelve

[Verse 2]

If one nigga trip, two of ya'll getting knocked out

Last nigga flip got three of his teeth knocked out

Baby mama screaming like, "What you fighting for?"

Introduce the five fingers when his ass met the floor

Six million ways to die, two-seven

Eight in a revolver nine steps from heaven

Ten on three watch it foward to 11

12s banging in a cutty, hustle like a Mexican

Heart like a crack baby, fresh out the cross the house

He the cock looking for the one that turned his mama out

What a thug about 38 snub boat

Get locked, don't snitch, child hog rub 'bout

We had bitched blowing by the boat

One bag rats on your head like Rambo

One nigga make the four-four blow

This is it Luchini like Camp Low

One, two, three, four, five

Six, seven, eight, nine, ten

Eleven, twelve