Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song County Lines 1 , by - Frosty. Release date: 08.08.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
County Lines 1 |
| Sup niggas? |
| How y’all niggas living, y’all alright? |
| Everything good out here? |
| Wasup baby? |
| Good, good, good, how you feelin'? |
| Chillin' |
| Good, got that money for me man? |
| I gotta make moves |
| Yeah, I got it but not all of it yo |
| Whatchu mean? |
| You ain’t finished? |
| I got robbed yo |
| The fuck you mean you got robbed, who robbed you? |
| That nigga Duff |
| Nigga, Duff? |
| Mokuba Lives Beats |
| Look, look |
| Uncle just came from Ghana |
| That’s a thousand grams in the suitcase (Hello) |
| The govs thought I was on basic |
| But I had a TV wrapped in my duvet (Ha) |
| The worker called my Lyca |
| Said he bumped into a London trapper |
| Backed his shank, took that pack |
| Pure Ribena splattered (Get him) |
| Put food in Sainsbury’s bags |
| I ain’t doing my shopping (Nope) |
| Undies following cats to the bando lately |
| And Jakes been plotting (Ah) |
| I swear I got beef with the Malis |
| Tryna take over the town |
| Came out of jail, would’ve bought her Loubs |
| But the bitch weren’t holding it down |
| Ever seen four racks in a evidence bag? |
| (No way, no way) |
| Gotta cover my face |
| 'Cause they might try use what I said in my tracks |
| My Leicester ting come back to the ends for the D |
| I just jeet and dash (Skrr) |
| Have your woman crush Wednesday banking packs upsuh |
| She don’t need no vas |
| Could’ve gone uni |
| But I’m in the T house chillin' with Scouse and Charlie (Sorry, mum) |
| Bro whipped up two and a Q |
| Get it sold for a brand new Carty |
| Twenty-six grams in the Pyrex |
| I don’t know nuttin' 'bout student loan |
| My Samsung rung like a thousand times that day |
| Had to mute my phone (Brr) |
| Can’t go back to the wing |
| That’s Urban Books and Ko-Lee noodles (Yummy) |
| Three hundred pebs, got six, do three |
| Now they got bro’s face on Google (Free bro, free bro) |
| Heard that they locked up the M25 |
| Thank God for South West trains |
| If I put teeth in the mash |
| That’s a new GoFundMe page (Bow) |
| Banged up for twenty-three hours |
| Gov just cancelled exercise (Ay, when’s soc'?) |
| See opps on the visit |
| You know I’m tryna ketchup guys |
| Would’ve killed your mate |
| But like I never let that slide (No way, no way) |
| Still take man’s Roley |
| Like, 'bro let me get the time' |
| Banged up for twenty-three hours |
| Gov just cancelled exercise (Ay gov, when’s soc'?) |
| See opps on the visit |
| You know I’m tryna ketchup guys (Do him, do him) |
| Would’ve killed your mate |
| But like I never let that slide |
| Still take man’s Roley |
| Like, 'bro let me get the time' |
| Them man there pose with stolen jewellery (Joke) |
| Cheff man down, no raw meat (What?) |
| Can’t get paid twelve times in a year |
| Man tried but it just weren’t for me (Nope) |
| Have you lost your marbles? |
| TT light, I ain’t doing no six for fourties |
| Trip to the opp block |
| We ain’t like them, puttin' that shit on my story (Shh) |
| Made fifteen bands in this tracksuit (Trappy) |
| Fuck with them big boy Roleys |
| I don’t know nuttin' 'bout H. Samuel (Haha) |
| Them neeks tried run up on me |
| Wrong move, had to cheff that nigga in public (Ching) |
| The govs fucked up, buss my man’s door |
| Had alarm bells ringing on Dunlin |
| We ain’t killin' no innocent yutes |
| The whole gang knows who we’re after |
| Got a T house opposite grandma’s church |
| I hide from my local pastor |
| Little man ain’t got no heart |
| Get sold on the transfer market |
| Or he might get sent on loan upsuh to a county line in Cardiff |
| (Remember when I flushed two bags down the toilet) |
| Remember when I flushed two bags down the toilet |
| Feds at the door doing welfare checks |
| So the cat don’t make no noises |
| OT, can’t go Mac D’s in town |
| Cah the drugs squad know our faces (Shitden) |
| My right hand from the eastside |
| Free Little T out them cages |
| Send a young boy kway |
| That’s platform 9, don’t miss that train (Don't miss that train) |
| Used to get an ounce for over a bag |
| Now I whip that flake (Whip, whip) |
| Hold on cab man, jump out the Uber |
| Then flick my blade (Ching, ching) |
| That boy knows who I am |
| I done to his sister’s face (Haha) |
| Send a young boy kway |
| That’s platform 9, don’t miss that train (Don't miss that train) |
| Used to get an ounce for over a bag |
| Now I whip that flake (Whip, whip) |
| Hold on cab man, jump out the Uber |
| Then flick my blade |
| That boy knows who I am |
| I done to his sister’s face |
| Can’t at my driller (You mad?) |
| Had the paigons dashin' |
| Screamin', «run, he’s got a zombie killer» |
| That’s TT light |
| Make your phone turn off when your spot get bill up (Sorry bro) |
| Deliveries in a '17 plate |
| In the town I’m a known drug dealer |
| Burnt that bridge with BP petrol |
| All of my old friends bitter (Pshh) |
| You let this nigga Duff run up on you man and take your shit |
| Didn’t have my piece man |
| You ain’t had your gun on you man, what the fuck is wrong with ya niggas? |
| Ya niggas standing out here like the three stooges of Harlem or suttin' B |
| You gon' let this nigga come take your shit, ain’t you a mutherfuckin' man? |