"County Line" lyrics
I can't fuck with these niggas, yeah they movin' too foo
Rackies in my denim they lookin' too full
Shawty said I'm gaining weight, I said, "Mm-mm"
Mm-mm, and this choppa with me, I think we like the same size
I pull up servin niggas, like Popeyes
Broski not a fiend, man, they don't know how I slide
I ain't playin' 'bout my twin, turn the scene to homicide
I ain't playin' 'bout my switch, turn that shit to chalked lines
Bitch, I'm from the sticks, I grew up by the county line
Bitch, I'm from the county line, foreign swerving, mud flyin'
Big choppa, and it ain't tucked
Treat the foreign like a 4x4 truck
I ride with [?], know what's up
I'm with [?], we with the fam
Swerve that white thing through the sticks just like a gram
I'm with my uncles, [?] not no Uncle Sam
I'm sliding with the kin, like I need no stam'
Taking it around the way, but still, you gon' stand
[?] he don't he don't pork but he'll smack a ham
[?]
Big choppa on me like I'm in the army
I'm smokin' dope, just like I'm Bob Marley
I can't fuck with these niggas, yeah they movin' too foo
Rackies in my denim they lookin' too full
Shawty said I'm gaining weight, I said, "Mm-mm"
Mm-mm, and this choppa with me, I think we like the same size
I pull up servin niggas, like Popeyes
Broski not a fiend, man, they don't know how I slide
I ain't playin' 'bout my twin, turn the scene to homicide
I ain't playin' 'bout my switch, turn that shit to chalked lines
Bitch, I'm from the sticks, I grew up by the county line
Rackies in my denim they lookin' too full
Shawty said I'm gaining weight, I said, "Mm-mm"
Mm-mm, and this choppa with me, I think we like the same size
I pull up servin niggas, like Popeyes
Broski not a fiend, man, they don't know how I slide
I ain't playin' 'bout my twin, turn the scene to homicide
I ain't playin' 'bout my switch, turn that shit to chalked lines
Bitch, I'm from the sticks, I grew up by the county line
Bitch, I'm from the county line, foreign swerving, mud flyin'
Big choppa, and it ain't tucked
Treat the foreign like a 4x4 truck
I ride with [?], know what's up
I'm with [?], we with the fam
Swerve that white thing through the sticks just like a gram
I'm with my uncles, [?] not no Uncle Sam
I'm sliding with the kin, like I need no stam'
Taking it around the way, but still, you gon' stand
[?] he don't he don't pork but he'll smack a ham
[?]
Big choppa on me like I'm in the army
I'm smokin' dope, just like I'm Bob Marley
I can't fuck with these niggas, yeah they movin' too foo
Rackies in my denim they lookin' too full
Shawty said I'm gaining weight, I said, "Mm-mm"
Mm-mm, and this choppa with me, I think we like the same size
I pull up servin niggas, like Popeyes
Broski not a fiend, man, they don't know how I slide
I ain't playin' 'bout my twin, turn the scene to homicide
I ain't playin' 'bout my switch, turn that shit to chalked lines
Bitch, I'm from the sticks, I grew up by the county line
