Lyrics:
I got in a little trouble
At the county seat
Lord, they put me in the jail house
For loafin' on the street
Well, the judge said guilty
He made
up like a little league baseball player
It moves, I'm strangling as I'm swinging as main mangler
I wanna D4, poach you as your seafood is C4
I'm
Eastwood
So I figure niggas wouldn't trip with mine
Guess what? Got gaffled by one time
I'm back to the motherfuckin' county jail
6 months on my
diamonds all in my chain
I'm definitely ill
Let me get right to the point
I don't pop my cork for every man I see
Hey big spender spend a little time with me
work you know you owe me too much to stop
John said I got a little working to do but I ain't goin' by your clock
People said John was a slacker cause
It began in a 4H pavilion in southern Wisconsin
The warmth of the dairy sun, and the smell of the dairy air
Then I caught the eye of a sweet little
bout my morning cold bugged' em out
Shot a little dice til my knees got sore
Kicked around some stories bout the night before
Posse to the corner
hip
Bailed outside and pointed my weapon
Just as I thought, the fools kept steppin'
Jumped in the '4 hit the juice on my ride
I got front back
wish I could stop by
Get a little hug
But babe I gotta go in an hour two
Gas is too steep for driving this old truck
cround town just for waiting on you
third leg, plead the fifth
No L's, no whips
Backyard full of Crips
Barbecues and county blues
This Hoover gangster be the shit
It ain't much up
hip
Bailed outside and pointed my weapon
Just as I thought, the fools kept steppin'
Jumped in the '4 hit the juice on my ride
I got front back
Spitting out the window
Kick it into four-low
And watch it blow the black smoke
This is the country (life)
This is our county
This is just what we
Forty-four beneath my head
Late the next morning I grabbed my gun
I took a shot of cocaine and away I run
I made a good run, but I run too slow
They overtook
down
Wharton County, Texas City, H-Town, baby
TSU ladies
She moved out of state and shit done went left, she's seekin' forgiveness
She used
the world go round!
Your pulse will beat and your heart will pound,
Cause love makes the world go round!
I met a little guy about four feet small,
a child now (look at that)
A baby momma and a bow-wow
My nigga know you need to calm down
F-for County run up in your house
But you don't wanna hear that
My homeboy got away but shit I wasn't tellin'
So I fell in a trap with no getback
They threw away the key and now I'm a og
In the county jail rappin
grew up on whisky nights
Getting down, back seat, county lines
All jacked-up in my four-wheel-drive
Girl, can I get road hard? (Get wet!)
Big ol' wheels
down
Wharton County, Texas City, H-Town, baby
Tsu ladies
She moved out of state, done went left, she's seekin' forgiveness
She used to dance, but
Broward County, but not the same place as X
Yeah, I just fucked my ex bitch on that X
Say she miss me and she wanna get in my chest
Say she miss me when
buying irons for her little dog
But she hop on the dick like a bullfrog
And I move this shit like a U-Haul
Got a room full of hard, no RuPaul
007
on a pedal in my flip-flop
Good time waiting on me at the county line
Four hundred horses running 95
Today we ain't waiting on a night
No sir, that's right
Like a Dade County Nigga with the golds all in my mouth
Like a Dade County Nigga with the golds all in my mouth
Like a Dade County Nigga with
and ridin', sittin' on candy paint
Dressin' and finessin', lookin' like a blessin'
Makin' all the hoes faint, the Dogg
Four-fifteens with the Zap on my lap
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