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that bitch, was best believe I took it
I was six, I'm bad as hell, I'll whip this bitch, but I ain't no rookie
Seven niggas in a telling station bout

Bank of America debit card to slice open a funnel cake
At the county fair when I took my daughter there on a trip
Amidst a lengthy child custody battle

bitch, I'm ready to take off now
From out the county, get from round me if you ain't for me

Remember when I was nobody, them bitches ignored me
I kept

the glove box
It's still get money, fuck the cops
I keep my eyes on the fucking opps
I watch them, they won't get a drop
Dade County, that's the location

bleed switchin' up teams

Ain't safe can't switch a glock on me

Opp down buried beneath six feet

Opposite of found turn up missing

I knew you was

to see you tonight
Can't wait to see you tonight
Six DT's swarmed the block like bees
Saw us three blocks back
Hit a gate and then leave
It's alright
We're

serving ware
Section 6

I'm not going to butcher this word
Evesham, Worcestershire
UK
Evesham in Worcestershire

Is one of the main asparagus growing

about burglin' somethin'
This talk is only back, just ain't get the chance to murder somethin'
Sittin' in the county, when you hear no bell, it turn your

no structure, and a blinded vision
Clouded judgment, cause drugs stayed inside my system
Second stop I made was county jail and my conviction
Was first

to the Army this shit can get slimey
So try me and I'll take it back to the county
I'm cursed by the haters and blessed with a bounty
There's blood on my hands

truck 

But I ain't gonna lie 
Loved it my whole life
No matter how hard I try
Just ain't that county 

But damn I like 
Playing a six string 
Tequila

Remember hittin licks ducking dodging from the cops
I remember Harris county sleeping on those cots
Now that a nga up I'm counting up str8 guap
I'm talking

a run? I was on the run
Debt collectors, county sheriffs— I’m a wanted man
I-95 with a trunk full of contraband

[Verse 2]
Want to know how to lose more

Gonna have to take me alive 

Gather round little ones Tyrant’s telling tales
Tell this one to your sons about Burn County jail 
I didn’t stop till I was

acting
I just spit facts, say what I want, all I ever wanna do is see a comical reaction
Come bro, quickly send for me
Nah scrap that, you'll take 6 weeks

app behind these glasses
Smoke for therapy

Dead guys behind this pass
With an LED on flash
When I was alone in the county
Sometimes I stared

all that (Dinero x2)

They call me Shica when they see me in the county of Atlanta some call me Mimi all my haters want to be me

every time I come

than anthrax
I tie you to the train tracks
Fucking rabble killing prostitutes

And that's a fact
Why they got your face on the 6 o'clock news
You're

of county
I'm a rowdy thundercloud

Pirate state of mind
I plunder and never wonder about the crowd
I'm Pontius Pilate kind of blind
Saying Barrabas is

50 bags shipem out to west minester 
Double the profit I might reconsider 
Lil bounty let me hit up my hittas 
In the county I put paws on them niggas

around when it's money in ya face
Bro in the county damn he couldn't beat the case
If I walk light bitch the ground still gone shake (still gone shake)

the real me
I was down bad, pockets broke and filthy
Comin' through the door, get it for the low
Shorty goin' up and down like a six-four
Sick, man, I'm

the county, yeah, shorty
Held me down now I'm stackin' blue faces, always workin
On my sound I drink that Henny white every night
Spanish girl's my kryptonite,

to ignore me I put the pieces together
Try me like Floyd missed every chance to be 6 feet right under the gutter I pieced it together
Moved light as a feather