County Lines 1 - Frosty

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?