COUNTYLINES ft. Kelly Lyrics

(Drug runners are controlled through fear)

(Traveller is heading out, to towns and villages, carrying drugs)

(Sky News has previously investigated how so called "County Lines" work)

Ay Geo got them bands, huh

(Yeah)

(Yeah)

(Hah, yeah)

Fifty thousand pounds hang out my pants, love the Queen face (yeah)

Glock gon' make him freeze, then he gon' die in the same place (yeah)

Hit him and then he blocked me, he ain't tryna catch my fade (yeah)

Popped all of my beans at once, I was high for like ten days (on god)

Pussy boy real lucky, I ain't put him into his grave (yeah)

Shot him in his leg, I left him bleedin' out, what a shame (ayo)

In the UK we sell drugs and call 'em County Lines, not State

Sent my young G up to Newcastle to shift some of my weight (yah)

Shift some of my blow

Told him "move some of that coke" (blow)

"But keep that shit on the low" (low)

"Sell to uni' students then go" (go)

Get them hooked up on that shit (let's go)

I give codeine to my jit (hah)

Bring my P and give him a split

Repeat, repeat, until I'm rich (I'm paid now, yeah)

This rap shit just a coverup for the shit that I do on the side (let's go)

But I'm still finna rap about it, 'cause these lyrics my life (on god)

I don't write my shit, this from the dome, that's why I don't tell lies

He cap rap, he a bitch boy, I see it all in his eyes (ahhai)

See it all in his eyes

Pussy boy he gon' die yeah, pussy boy he gon' fly (fly, fly)

Bullets hit his mind yeah, bullets hit his spine

Bullets hit his mind yeah, bullets hit his spine (Bang)

Right now, pussy boy talkin' shit, three shell hit his face

DA ain't got no shit, bitch they closed that case

My brothers they stop shit, then they hit that race

Bitch I send you to hell, the devil, yeah he waitin' at the gates (at the gates)

Keep on clutchin' it, with my fuckin' .40, yeah

Play with my gang, you gon' get a body, yeah (body, yeah)

Im fuckin' yo bitch, yeah, she my thotty now (she my thotty now)

I'm so high, outta space, I'm on Roxy' now (I'm on Roxy', codeine, yeah)

I'm mixin' the drugs, mixin' the bodies with cash, yeah

I'm spinnin', I'm spinnin', I'm spinnin', I hope I don't crash, yeah

You say you got racks but I know that you trash, yeah

When I pull up with my gang, you know its over in a flash, yeah (over in a flash)