"Town & Country" lyrics
Nicholas Craven & Boldy James Lyrics
Yeah
Blockworks
Fuck is we at with it?
Nick Craven, 227
ConCreatures
Let's get it
Code word for brick is "White 1s"
My youngin' middle man'd me two pair
Put a one on a one, that's a friendly game of two-square
Eighty a gram, we shift 'em up quick as the coupe gear
A nigga lay a hand on baby man, we goin' nuclear
Gave 'em The Art of Rock Climbing, now that's a cliffhanger
Hogtied your bitch up for them blocks and them rectangles
Was dead game before I ever had my shoes laced
Left my phones in the city just so they could lose trace
Lost track of time shooting cee-lo, me and cocaína
In the jungle, yeah, I run with jackals and I know hyenas
Leavin' niggas stiff as a statue-if we can't catch you
Blood on his dingy white tee, look like a paint speckle
Thirty-three hun' a day, that's a hundred-thousand monthly
Was slappin' in the country town outta that Town & Country
Thirty-three hundred a day, that's a hundred-thousand monthly
Was slappin' in that country town outta that Town & Country
What else?
It ain't no shortages
Put up a brick for adoption, this ain't no orphanage
Project full of zombies, shit looking like a horror flick
Got some dynamite blow, this shit stronger than a quarter stick
Where we at with it?
It ain't no shortages
We came up off the bale, scales and them scorpions
Let's get it
It ain't no shortages
Still trappin' out that brick house, it ain't no mortgages
227
This that Detroiter shit
Where we prey on the weak and pray for the less fortunate
Pistol fit perfect in my pants, clip proportionate
Had to learn to start workin' my hand and quit forcin' it
Stuff a drum in a violin, that's a orchestra
Brick of Cane Corso, we was trappin' out that Corsica
Wrist-breaker records, get 'em for the Shawty L-O
Down in Charlotte with them waters, nigga ballin' like LaMelo
227 Creature Gang, Griselda Fashion Rebels
Spin that bass up so fast, DJ forgot to add the treble
Bet whatever, we gon' wet whoever that we catch together
Disney on ice, the way I slide with this double-decker
Turn fifty to a hundred grams, I had to stutter step it
Popped up in your city with a half man of Chubby Checker
Where all the birds flock together, come and pluck a feather
I swirl that A1 yola up until it's bubble letters
Let's get it
It ain't no shortages
Put up a brick for adoption, this ain't no orphanage
Project full of zombies, shit looking like a horror flick
Got some dynamite blow, this shit stronger than a quarter-stick
Where we at with it?
It ain't no shortages
We came up off the bale, scales and them scorpions
Let's get it
It ain't no shortages
Still trappin' out that brick house, it ain't no mortgages
227
Blockworks
Fuck is we at with it?
Nick Craven, 227
ConCreatures
Let's get it
Code word for brick is "White 1s"
My youngin' middle man'd me two pair
Put a one on a one, that's a friendly game of two-square
Eighty a gram, we shift 'em up quick as the coupe gear
A nigga lay a hand on baby man, we goin' nuclear
Gave 'em The Art of Rock Climbing, now that's a cliffhanger
Hogtied your bitch up for them blocks and them rectangles
Was dead game before I ever had my shoes laced
Left my phones in the city just so they could lose trace
Lost track of time shooting cee-lo, me and cocaína
In the jungle, yeah, I run with jackals and I know hyenas
Leavin' niggas stiff as a statue-if we can't catch you
Blood on his dingy white tee, look like a paint speckle
Thirty-three hun' a day, that's a hundred-thousand monthly
Was slappin' in the country town outta that Town & Country
Thirty-three hundred a day, that's a hundred-thousand monthly
Was slappin' in that country town outta that Town & Country
What else?
It ain't no shortages
Put up a brick for adoption, this ain't no orphanage
Project full of zombies, shit looking like a horror flick
Got some dynamite blow, this shit stronger than a quarter stick
Where we at with it?
It ain't no shortages
We came up off the bale, scales and them scorpions
Let's get it
It ain't no shortages
Still trappin' out that brick house, it ain't no mortgages
227
This that Detroiter shit
Where we prey on the weak and pray for the less fortunate
Pistol fit perfect in my pants, clip proportionate
Had to learn to start workin' my hand and quit forcin' it
Stuff a drum in a violin, that's a orchestra
Brick of Cane Corso, we was trappin' out that Corsica
Wrist-breaker records, get 'em for the Shawty L-O
Down in Charlotte with them waters, nigga ballin' like LaMelo
227 Creature Gang, Griselda Fashion Rebels
Spin that bass up so fast, DJ forgot to add the treble
Bet whatever, we gon' wet whoever that we catch together
Disney on ice, the way I slide with this double-decker
Turn fifty to a hundred grams, I had to stutter step it
Popped up in your city with a half man of Chubby Checker
Where all the birds flock together, come and pluck a feather
I swirl that A1 yola up until it's bubble letters
Let's get it
It ain't no shortages
Put up a brick for adoption, this ain't no orphanage
Project full of zombies, shit looking like a horror flick
Got some dynamite blow, this shit stronger than a quarter-stick
Where we at with it?
It ain't no shortages
We came up off the bale, scales and them scorpions
Let's get it
It ain't no shortages
Still trappin' out that brick house, it ain't no mortgages
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