Kazzy Chase - County Lines X Mood Lyrics

County Lines
Kazzy went cunch, doin' county lines
All of my drillers on demon time
You cannot see me, I see you fine
Trust
Dog time
All of my niggas on dog time
Run down a pagan and hog tie'em
Gunnin' for me?
That's a long line
Nigga

I'm a T-house, OT
FT one time with your old ting
Quick trip to the next state over
Came back, let it strike like bowling
All the drillers in Vegas know me
Can't speak on the shhh they holding
Just know that it came from brodie
When I touch back down it's
Huh
When I touch, it's golden
That's a Midas touch
Boy went cunch
Tekkers with me, you foldin'
YG in a mask, no Covid
Glass roof on a ting, I broke it
Bad ting came through, she bruk it
WiFi, way a nigga get loaded
Numbers coded
Look
Huh
I'm on the maddest of tings
I see the opp dem panic and hide
Wait
How can the devil wear Prada
When I done stepped in my Dior slides?
Hit the Woo
Catch opposition and hit'em too
Post up a picture and shake the room
Post up your shorty and look
Fuckin' with me and it's consequences
Where Kazzy at?
That is not your business
New label tryna retire niggas
But I'ma be quiet and fire
I still got the leverage
I'm thinkin' bout buyin' niggas
Mr. Candy how I'm buyin' niggas
Clippers the way that I'm linin' niggas up
Scout leader, nigga, tying niggas up
2 zones
I done came up off 2 zones, nigga
Post codes
I done slid through new post codes, nigga
Two hoes
Waitin' at home that's two hoes, nigga
Touch down
We'a do bits, that's new clothes, nigga

County Lines
Kazzy went cunch, doin' county lines
All of my drillers on demon time
You cannot see me, I see you fine
Trust
Dog time
All of my niggas on dog time
Run down a pagan and hog tie'em
Gunnin' for me?
That's a long line
Nigga
County Lines
Kazzy went cunch, doin' county lines
All of my drillers on demon time
You cannot see me, I see you fine
Trust
Dog time
All of my niggas on dog time
Run down a pagan and hog tie'em
Gunnin' for me?
That's a long line
Nigga

Aight, mood mood mood mood
Yo
Look
Told Rocky if they ever duppy me
Never ever let the bread stop
Pour out liquor send me dead opps
Ones who did it, give'em head shots
Buck off
Boy, I'm OT
I don't duck y'all
Still got a ting in the rucksack
If I press green light
Man'll touch y'all
Who with it, not you
Trust
I'ma turn a nigga into dust
Roll a nigga up inside a blunt
This ain't really what you niggas want
I just wanna princess cut the fronts
I just want a princess for the month
I just wanna city view the back
Couple Teslas sittin' in the front
Huh, wait
If you pagan, don't let us know
We get to trippin'
Pull up on niggas and let'em go
They get to slippin'