Lyrics County Lines 1 - Frosty

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?