County Lines song by Frosty from Primary Album Album not found. The music is composed and produced by Joel. Genre is UK Rap, Trap, Rap music. The Record company is unknown. Released on January 17, 2019.
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County Lines Meaning
| [[Intro] Sup niggas? How y’all niggas livin’, 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 [Verse 1] Uncle just came from Ghana (Hello), there’s a thousand grams in the suitcase 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) I put food in Sainsbury’s bags, I ain’t doin’ my shoppin’ (Nope) Undies followin’ cats to the bando lately and Jakes been plottin’ (Ah) I swear I got beef with the Malis (Yup), tryna take over the town Came out of jail, would’ve bought her Loubes, but the bitch weren’t holdin’ 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 (Skrrt) Have your woman crush Wednesday bankin’ packs upsuh, she don’t need no vas Could’ve-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 Carti’ Twenty-six grams in the Pyrex, I don’t know nothin ’bout student loan My Samsung rang like a thousand times that day, had to mute my phone (Brrt) 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 (Baow) , [Chorus 1] Banged up for twenty-three hours, gov just cancelled exercise (Ayy, when’s soc’?) See opps in 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 Rollie, like, “Bro let me get the time” Banged up for twenty-three hours Gov just cancelled exercise (Ayy, gov, when’s soc’?) See opps in 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 Rollie Still take man’s Rollie, like, “Bro let me get the time” [Verse 2] 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 doin’ no six for forties Trip to the opp block, we ain’t like them, I ain’t puttin’ that shit on my story (Shh) Made fifteen bands in this tracksuit (Trappy) Fuck with them big boy Rollies, I don’t know nothin’ ’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, bust my man’s door, had alarm bells ringin’ on Dunlin We ain’t killin’ no innocent yutes (No), the whole gang knows who we’re after Got 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 doin’ 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 (Shit then) My right hand from the east side, free Little T out them cages , [Chorus 2] Send a young boy kway, that’s platform nine, 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 nine, 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 [Verse 3] 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) [Outro] 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 standin’ out here like the three stooges of Harlem or somethin’ B You gon’ let this nigga come take your shit, ain’t you a mutherfuckin’ man?] |
FAQ
- Who produced the lyrics for County Lines?
This lirics prodiucer by Mokuba Lives.
- Who wrote the song County Lines
County Lines song is written by Frosty
