Lyrics:
Then why the hell is you hidin in them bushes?
Im wanted in four counties
For armed robbery
Killed 2 sheriffs, 6 of his best men with my hands
to a nigga who get caught with 2 pounds of thunder
straight from Humboldt county, fuck that brown
weed all should be green like the jungle
dope fiends tryin
to juvenille halls
scrape yo turf on the wall, in county drawls
my mama abused alcohol
my pops an inmate
an me I'm sweepin halls to intake
hate
my mama carried
Like a
Bird
4, do it some mo
5, make sure she was live
6, ladies and fella here we go now SWITCH!
7 lay back like you looking for heaven let cho body
nigga you know the mix-up
We that squad for real, Jersey Mob for real
It be kill or be killed, so we drawin that steel
I'm lovin the rush, Essex county
your battleship
I hit and run, sorry hun, but I got to dip
I told your sister that I'd hit her right around six
And if I'm late then you know that bitch
Yo, this young buck rowdy, my gun buck loudly
When I was a buck
They had me locked up down in Buck's County
But I beat that wrap
You never catch me
County road 233, under my feet
Nothin' on this white rock but little ole me
I've got two miles till, he makes bail
And if I'm right we're headed
Bartender I really did it this time
Broke my parole to have a good time
When I got home it was 6 am
The door was locked so I kicked it in
She was
of over thirty plus tracks
Over my six minutes yeah yeah your shits wack
Finney the fake trying so hard to be black
I'm putting great value G-Eazy in
mama
Ain’t no shaman but I’ll wade through the slough & the scruff
Cause going to water ain’t enough
Sweating out the milkweed in Rabun County
We were
to western hill
we got yo bloody cause dem dirty boys we slangin steel
at times we movin keys cross county lines to make em peel
now our safe can t close up
Been up for days
County girls go insane
She would be a good lay
Different girls in one state
Just don't be acting fake
She don't be acting fake
Having
the Southeast
I'm an ill-type of cat in
A capital place to be
Suck it deal with the roaches but
The rats I hate to see
Fuck Rich land County with a
Passion I
camo all year
Name's on a deed, its got a little creek
Where I learned to rope swing in
Got some county line kinda peace of mind
'Cause since day
involve me or the money I'm makin'
It's all mine for the takin', all the bacon and the grease
All that hatin's gonna get your ass six feet deep
Early
on my collar, probably the reason these bitches want to meet
I'm a go and cop a jeep
Brang that bitch out once a week
Six point stars in seat, gelato in
two, three, four, I declare a thumb war
Five, six, seven, eight, you're gonna be late
Damn you alarm clocks
Waking up & going to work
Will make you such
and Saabs before the Rovers
Fast forward to 2000s, my niggas' wilding
Sixteen, cases was violent, we stayed silent
Luminas and six-thousands if
There's
stand
Grandson, he died the 6th of November
He was a noble man
Would’ve been farther than this
Nobody had a plan
Move me away from all this drama
Take me
bang, bang bang bang
Peel off quick, bumping track number
6, ready to die, i'm that Big
Can't teach a old dog new tricks
My old dog got the four-fifth
ones on the ends bait
I was trapping on the block
Before I went kway
Them days six white got my rent paid
Jailhouse, banging out with my head shaved
You
mouths, fuck it, bullets hit 'em, make 'em spin 'round
Trigger finger itchin', body twitchin', leave 'em six down
Pull up pistol grippin', don't miss
I
Way back in Blanco County
I knew a troubled soul
This cowboy couldn't get out of his own way
A chip upon his shoulder
Quick to lose control
Diggin'
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